It's the best way to combat just about anything. [ Thoughts. Feelings. Sleep. As long as you keep moving, none of it can catch up with you.

If only that were true. Her nose wrinkles. ] But it feels a little like being tortured.

[ Can't sleep. It's become a physical pain, a need that runs so deep that she wants to crawl out of her own skin; peel back her eyelids so that they may never flutter and she may never dream. She knows these are all thoughts generated by their current situation but they never cease to be startling or disgusting or heartstopping as realization settles just how much you need what you hate. She digs her nails into one of her palms until they pierce the skin, a moment of relief from one type of pain to deal with another. ]

I doubt we have much longer to go. Just have to get through it.