Chapter 21. A Work of Art...

BARRY

I roll over in my bed in despair, insomnia has returned, and I can't sleep, I've already gone to the cold part of the bed and even then I can't close my eyes to rest and forget about things a little bit. I take my IPad out of the drawer of the night table next to my bed, I go to the music, and I play one of my favorite songs: The Neighbourhood, $TING. What I like about this song, is its lyrics, I love them, so I start to sing it softly, I'm not a man who likes to express himself, so I don't make an effort to put feeling into it. I look at the time, it's very late, it's half past four in the morning.

Yesterday Kelly and I arrived at nine o'clock at night, we had dinner together and chatted about the things we like as if we were friends, and I like that, a lot, we started to get to know each other more. We are establishing a healthy and very nice relationship... at this rate, we will become best friends.

When the song ends, I hear someone k