Sleep
Sleep seems to be far flung, and short lasting when it happens lately. I can take a hour long cat nap every 19 hours or so. When I am so lucky, I dream of serial killers, having to watch a young girl get killed, running around in pitch dark while it's wet outside feeling my way around to run away from whatever. Then waking up (while I'm still dreaming) and walking halfway down my stairs to see Rob sitting there wearing his scarf and hat, bundled for the cold. I ask him "Baby, do you want to come in here with me?" because the first part of my dream was what appeared to be a very real movie and I am scared. "Of course baby", he replies in my dream.
Then I wake up, horrified, sad and in tears.
I am by myself now. And I need to realize that I have to go at this alone, and that it's the best way, as much as I hate it.
And I hate it more than I've ever hated anything, ever.
Then I wake up, horrified, sad and in tears.
I am by myself now. And I need to realize that I have to go at this alone, and that it's the best way, as much as I hate it.
And I hate it more than I've ever hated anything, ever.