The haunting light

[rewritable]

He hadn'€™t slept normally for a week. Thankfully there weren'€™t any flight patrols scheduled this week, but lack of sleep made even paperwork almost unbearable. Eyes hurt badly and it was impossible to concentrate.

Bryan was sitting at his desk in local National Guard administration building and trying to read and comprehend a report he had to make preliminary analysis of. The reading-lamp was off, despite the day being cloudy. All lights seemed too bright for Bryan lately. After a while he gave up on the report and made his way to officer bathroom, letters seemed to float all over the page.

The reflection in the mirror did not look well. Thaler had rinsed the face in cold water, but it still could not hide the bags under the eyes and other signs of exhaustion. In short, the guy in the mirror looked like a wreck. The face looked like it could belong to someone twice older than Bryan with his 26 years.

All because of those damn nightmares. They'€™ve got worse and worse over the week, to the point where Bryan felt more tired in morning that he was last night.

All it started after that conversation. Darkness, faith, weapon, church'€¦ Yes, somewhat disturbing and out of ordinary, but Bryan did not pay it a lot of attention after that and had almost forgotten it by the end of the day. But now he was sure that the strange ship and its pilot and his nightmares are connected.

Something ought to be done with all this. If he lets it continue, Bryan had strong feeling that his life might end quite soon by falling asleep by controls of his fighter.

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