The first night in the house was a little scary, I have to admit. I played some music on my computer while I was working just so I wouldn't hear every blasted creak the house made.
The writing was stale. I'd done it before. It would probably be a big hit, but I was bored with that.
I stayed at it until about 2 am and decided to try to sleep. I tossed and turned on the new bed, which felt like a mortuary slab. I couldn't shut my mind off.
But somewhere in the early morning I dozed off.