Although she was giddy with exhaustion, sleep was a lover who refused to be touched

Although she was giddy with exhaustion, sleep was a lover who refused to be touched

In the world of Janet Fitch, sleep was a fickle lover who danced just out of reach, taunting and teasing with promises of rest and respite. Her characters often found themselves in a state of exhaustion, their bodies weary and their minds heavy with the weight of their struggles. And yet, despite their desperate longing for sleep, it remained elusive, slipping through their fingers like sand.