Vito was working the night shift again, and I was suffering insomnia because of it. I told my friend Priscilla as much while we chatted on the phone, and she bluntly said, “Masturbate.”

When I laughed, she doubled down and said, “I’m telling you, masturbation is better than a sleeping pill. Get those feel-good endorphins, and get a good night’s sleep. And don’t worry — he won’t be on the night shift forever.”

I knew that last part was true. He only had to handle those hours once a year for two or three weeks at most.

As for Priscilla’s suggestion, I wasn’t convinced masturbation would help me sleep, but it was definitely something I could try.

“I guess I’ll give it a shot tonight,” I said with a sigh.