Bad moon rising part two

Well it’s five o’clock in the morning and already I am up and about. It was a fitful night’s sleep, but the sun is up and the long nocturnal hours of darkness have slipped off their cloak of depression and receded to the other side of the world, no doubt to haunt some other lost soul who has his own story of horror to tell.

I have taken my vitals and my meds to get through the day. Breakfast is light, a slice of hot buttered toast and…