What will you bring tonight? What version of the world will you choose to inscribe within my mind?
Do you have me screaming out in horror?
Do you have me attacking the innocents sleeping soundly next to me?
Why? Why me? How many more nights does my husband have to put up with me unknowingly attacking him in my sleep?
It isn’t fair for either of us.
I often wonder which is worse, the terror that comes from even the act of closing my eyes at night, or the terror on the form of images that play in my head after I’m “peacefully asleep”?
How can one truly rest and recover if your nights pose as much threats as your days?