Broken Boulder may i first just say i'm sorry

@Ulf
forward-dated to the 10th, around 4am

He awoke agitated, before the sun had even made its first appearance. It was a recurring theme as of late— each night dreams tormented him until his eyes opened to darkness, and he paced until daylight. Alarian broke the routine this night, sweeping from his den with burning eyes. He was in a sorry state— underweight, bedraggled, and hollow-eyed from lack of sleep. Somehow, he felt worse.
Restless energy coursed through him despite his exhaustion; it was a feeling he knew well. The Governor wanted nothing more than to run past the borders, leave his home behind and find something to make him feel alive. Or, perhaps, someone to make him feel alive. Something stopped him at the borders, though— a feeling of dread, the knowledge that he could not abandon his family again. He had responsibilities here.
He was trapped here.
Alarian sank to the ground slowly where he stood at the borders, a sigh escaping him. He would find no relief tonight.