Sleepless Frustration

POV: First-person.

"Vance?" Silas’s loud voice abruptly pulls me from my deep thoughts. He waves a hand obnoxiously in front of my face. I blink, dragging my focus back to the brightly lit living room.

"What?" I ask, my voice rough.

Silas frowns. He eyes me warily, his fork hovering in the air. "You okay, bud? You’ve been off in your own world since the match started."

I rub my hands over my