June 5, 2013
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I have always been one to sleep
uninterrupted, until my body
clock tells me to wake up at a
predetermined time everyday.
And I have dreamless sleeps.
They are honestly the best kind.
Last night I dreamt the most
terrifying visions and woke up
with a start at 3am, weeping,
my heart racing in my chest.
My first instinct was to reach out
next to me for someone. Anyone.
I grabbed at empty space.
While I forced myself back into a
troubled sleep I kept willing for the
strength to keep going, to not lose
faith in my ability to go through nights
like this alone for the next few years.
It is a despairing feeling, this.
Some may never understand.
I got out of bed at the end
and took to the sejadah instead.
