Sleep came, but it came in fractions.
They were bursts of consciousness that he slept back to sleep only for them to happen again. Never in that moment, was he truly asleep.
When Brandon opened his eyes for the one and final time, he noticed that it had only been two hours since he had been trying to keep his eyes shut, and actually sleep for it to be able to call a nap.
Ultimately, he gave up and started up on the bed proceeding to glare at the reason why he was not comfortable sleeping all of a sudden.
The reason was the lock, more specifically the absence of it.
By far, he had stayed in two different hotels in America and in his apartment and they would put locks on them. Locks were almost everywhere, on every door, unless of course, they were taken out specifically. Then why was there no lock on his?
He gulped, leaning back against the headboard so that he could be more comfortable.
