Chris found it hard to sleep. He rolled out of bed sometime before the sun was up, and by the time the yellow orb lit up the sky he was outside. He wore sweats, and was running. He was pushing himself, breathing hard. He was tired, but he needed to keep going. It didn't feel right to stop until he couldn't run anymore.
Finally, he couldn't take another step. He sat down right on the path he'd been running and looked around him. The morning mist chilled him slightly, but he ignored it. He flopped onto his back, putting his arms behind his head and closing his eyes. The silence of the morning was peaceful.
