Sleepless — Tracey Ward

My name is Alex Mills and I have a superpower. Don't be jealous, it sucks. I can't control it. My mind is a mutinous SOB that takes over when I go to sleep. I'm just a girl trying to get some shut eye while it decides to throw a rager that can land me just about anywhere in the world. The base of the Eiffel Tower. The shore on the coast of Ireland. The third baseline at Wrigley Field. Sounds exciting and fun right? Wrong. My not so superpower is unpredictable, uncontrollable and annoying as hell. It's also how I met Nick. Every cloud has a silver lining. Nick is mine. Nick is extraordinary as well. He can't feel fear. Never has, never will. It's worked out for him enlisting in the military, but where it's not helpful is with his social skills. Nick is cold, distant and apathetic. He's also my hero. And if he's to be believed, I'm his. I first met him when he died and that wasn't even the weirdest moment of our relationship. Neither is this moment here and now, trapped together in an island prison on the Behring Sea. It's a long, strange story between his death and this prison. One full of sheep, docks, Jabberwocks and a very special stone. I could tell it to you if you'd like to hear it. I've got time...