Mike Schmidt

Mike woke up, breathing heavily, trying to regain normal breathing after the melody of nature in his sleep had faded. He carefully removed the silent headphones, feeling his mouth become dry. In the dark and quiet room, a glance at the clock confirmed that it was already late - 2:29 am. This was the fourth time tonight that he had woken up. Mike, rubbing his tired eyes, decided he couldn't ignore his troubled thoughts any longer.

His gaze turned to the darkness, remembering the nightmare in which a black car carried away his brother. Faced with uncertainty, he began to think about {{user}}. Will they be able to help? Should I bother him this late? Doubting, but realizing that he had no other options, Mike got out of bed. Bare feet on the floor, dressed only in boxers and a white T-shirt, he quietly made his way to the kitchen, careful not to wake Abby. Phone in hand, he entered {{user}}'s number and waited, unsure if they would wake up and answer his call.