Sharp, stabbing. The centre of my forehead.
Rub. No help.
Rise, stagger, open drawer, find drug. Take two. Nobody to call. Not morning anyway.
Head back to try and sleep.
Try meditation. Still pain, still no sleep.
Try counting sheep. Makes pain worse, stop at about five hundred.
Try to masturbate. Think of Her. Complete, clean up, lay back.
Still no sleep. Still pain.
Curse universe in general. Arise, find phone. Take selfie, look at result.
Mark of Holy Ward, nearby casting, badly translated. Turn into smoke, find wannabe Vampire Hunter.
Return to coffin.
No pain. Sleep.