Alexander was in the midst of looking through his own notebooks when the sound of Rhianna pounding on his desk stirred him from his thoughts.
"Book! Book! What is this book?!? Will you PLEASE explain why I've been roused from a measly two hours' slumber by a sadistic insomniac madman frantically rummaging through our room?" she yelled.
Alexander placed the book back on the shelf, turning towards Rhianna with an blank expression on his face. Her outburst had been expected, if she had only listened to his advice to go back to sleep.
"One..." he began "...insults don't become you my dear, we've been over this. While do have trouble sleeping, it is not for lack of trying, simply my nature. Furthermore, I do not enjoy inflicting pain on anyone, least of all yourself. I told you to go back to bed. Lastly...I suppose "mad" might be an apt definition of me for someone who is ignorant or unlearned, but you are neither."
"Two..." he continued "...this book I am referring to is one in my collection. During the nightmare I saw it during the climax, when I lost my eye. The nightmare was trying to guide me in the right direction and I feel it has something to do with a major breakthrough in the project. I only caught a glimpse of the book and have hard time remembering what it looks like, what with reliving the pain all over again. So, here I am. If I sleep, I may lose what little picture I have in my mind and it may be lost for good."
He turned back to the bookshelf, pulling out another book and glancing over it "Now, are you going to help, go back to bed, or sit there staring angrily at me until the back of my head explodes in flames?"
"Book! Book! What is this book?!? Will you PLEASE explain why I've been roused from a measly two hours' slumber by a sadistic insomniac madman frantically rummaging through our room?" she yelled.
Alexander placed the book back on the shelf, turning towards Rhianna with an blank expression on his face. Her outburst had been expected, if she had only listened to his advice to go back to sleep.
"One..." he began "...insults don't become you my dear, we've been over this. While do have trouble sleeping, it is not for lack of trying, simply my nature. Furthermore, I do not enjoy inflicting pain on anyone, least of all yourself. I told you to go back to bed. Lastly...I suppose "mad" might be an apt definition of me for someone who is ignorant or unlearned, but you are neither."
"Two..." he continued "...this book I am referring to is one in my collection. During the nightmare I saw it during the climax, when I lost my eye. The nightmare was trying to guide me in the right direction and I feel it has something to do with a major breakthrough in the project. I only caught a glimpse of the book and have hard time remembering what it looks like, what with reliving the pain all over again. So, here I am. If I sleep, I may lose what little picture I have in my mind and it may be lost for good."
He turned back to the bookshelf, pulling out another book and glancing over it "Now, are you going to help, go back to bed, or sit there staring angrily at me until the back of my head explodes in flames?"
