Sleep interrupted

“Please don’t be scared of me.”

I literally woke myself up at 3am with those words. In my nightmare, someone had walked into my room with a shotgun.
For about a week, I have slept anywhere from 6 to 8 hours a night. What a difference it makes, all those silent hours of rest, full of dreams of embraces and green fields. Today, I was shaky, uncertain, my stomach twisting with pain.

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