I open my eyes and I’m happy.
I’m happy to be awake from the nightmare of my sleep.
At first I feel safe because the dream is over finally.
I can catch my breath and stop crying.
I can stop running and being upset.
I can start to relax again and feel good again.
But I realize that I can’t breath.
I can’t stop crying.
I feel like running .
I don’t feel safe.
Being awake feels worse than being asleep.
I miss him terribly.