Fiorella has been having problems with insomnia lately. Not the good kind, the Hollywood kind which keeps you up all night writing brilliant novels or composing breathtaking music, then lets you sink into slumber as the candle gutters down and dawn leaks through the latticed window. No, Fio has the kind that sends her from bedroom to den and back again and again, pillow under her arm, with sidestops along the way for a long, hot bath and to pick up some books that might make her drowsy. In every location and variation, she tries to will herself to sleep, which only seems to keep her more awake. Pills, stupid TV shows--nothing helps.
It's time to call in the big guns: she'll consult Dr. Google.
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