"Come on, let's go to sleep," I said dragging him with me, but he shook his head and stood his ground. "Why? You're exhausted."
"I don't sleep. I haven't slept since I was five."
"My mind is dark and demented. It has a scary way of haunting me, and destroying me the moment I close my eyes."
"You're afraid of your dreams?"
"Not dreams," he said quietly. "Nightmares."