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The
more
anxious
I
am
to
find
sleep
,
the
more
it
eludes
me
.
Finally
,
I
am
too
restless
to
even
stay
in
bed
.
I
pace
the
floor
,
heart
beating
too
fast
,
breathing
too
short
.
My
room
feels
like
a
prison
cell
.
If
I
do
n't
get
air
soon
,
I
'm
going
to
start
to
throw
things
again
.
I
run
down
the
hall
to
the
door
to
the
roof
.
It
's
not
only
unlocked
but
ajar
.
Perhaps
someone
forgot
to
close
it
,
but
it
does
n't
matter
.
The
energy
field
enclosing
the
roof
prevents
any
desperate
form
of
escape
.
And
I
'm
not
looking
to
escape
,
only
to
fill
my
lungs
with
air
.
I
want
to
see
the
sky
and
the
moon
on
the
last
night
that
no
one
will
be
hunting
me
.
The
roof
is
not
lit
at
night
,
but
as
soon
as
my
bare
feel
reach
its
tiled
surface
I
see
his
silhouette
,
black
against
the
lights
that
shine
endlessly
in
the
Capitol
.
There
's
quite
a
commotion
going
on
down
in
the
streets
,
music
and
singing
and
car
horns
,
none
of
which
I
could
hear
through
the
thick
glass
window
panels
in
my
room
.
I
could
slip
away
now
,
without
him
noticing
me
;
he
would
n't
hear
me
over
the
din
,
But
the
night
air
's
so
sweet
,
I
ca
n't
bear
returning
to
that
stuffy
cage
of
a
room
.
And
what
difference
does
it
make
?
Whether
we
speak
or
not
?
My
feet
move
soundlessly
across
the
tiles
.
I
'm
only
yard
behind
him
when
I
say
,
"
You
should
be
getting
some
sleep
.
"
He
starts
but
does
n't
turn
.
I
can
see
him
give
his
head
a
slight
shake
.
"
I
did
n't
want
to
miss
the
party
.
It
's
for
us
,
after
all
.
"
I
come
up
beside
him
and
lean
over
the
edge
of
the
rail
.
The
wide
streets
are
full
of
dancing
people
.
I
squint
to
make
out
their
tiny
figures
in
more
detail
.
"
Are
they
in
costumes
?
"
"
Who
could
tell
?
"
Peeta
answers
.
"
With
all
the
crazy
clothes
they
wear
here
.
Could
n't
sleep
,
either
?
"
"
Could
n't
turn
my
mind
off
,
"
I
say
.
"
Thinking
about
your
family
?
"
he
asks
.
"
No
,
"
I
admit
a
bit
guiltily
.
"
All
I
can
do
is
wonder
about
tomorrow
.
Which
is
pointless
,
of
course
.
"
In
the
light
from
below
,
I
can
see
his
face
now
,
the
awkward
way
he
holds
his
bandaged
hands
.
"
I
really
am
sorry
about
your
hands
.
"
