I feel it worth mentioning that last night I had my first night terror in perhaps a full year. A full bodied, blood curdling scream. Imagine that. Screaming yourself awake. My heart pounding in my chest like pistons in a steam locomotive going at high speed.
As composed as I am, consciously, I worry that at my sub-conscious level, I'm much more distressed than I am allowing myself to experience or wallow.
It is now 1:38 a.m. Monday morning, and I'm afraid to go to sleep. And I know there are only so many times I can scream like this before, eventually, my neighbors call the cops on me, because SURELY it sounds as if someone were killing me.
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