I’ll help you catch, those dreams you’re chasing

Eurylochus was not typically one to struggle with sleep. He worked hard, and as his mother used to say, if you worked hard, you slept hard.

But here he was- middle of the night, surrounded by snoring soldiers, and his eyes didn’t even want to close. Nor would his mind stop working; it was all Odysseus this and food storage that and morale of the crew and, and, and. The only escape was sleep, and sleep was escaping him.

He rolled over to change positions for the fourth time in an hour, and his muscles tensed as he met another warm brown pair in the dark.