Flickering Truths

Anya exited her bedroom for a glass of milk. It was already almost midnight, and all she had ever done as soon as she hit the bed early that night was to watch some reaction videos on YouTube on her phone, then toss and turn in her bed after. She had already counted every the imaginary sheep in her mind, but Mr. Sandman seemed to have deliberately refused to bring her a dream.

As she climbed down