No; unable to sleep, I think.

[ an honest answer. he fully intends on staring at his ceiling until sleep claims him, which will hopefully be sooner rather than later. he's not certain, though. it's difficult to shut off his brain, to tune out the constant theories, the struggle to piece together the truth of what's happened . . . ]

I was considering a walk near the outskirts of the forest, to clear my mind, when I called you.