Yesterday I slept 17 hours of the 24. In the nine months since my son's death, I haven't slept very well. What sleep I get is sporadic, dispersed with wretched memories and flashbacks of this death. I hear every sound in the house, I twitch with thought and rest is elusive. But not yesterday, yesterday I slept.
I didn't think about this world, my responsibilities; no desires, no real thoughts, just sleep and rest.
These past nine months have been brutal, life has been a burden. Sleep was nice, welcome, appreciated.
I didn't think about this world, my responsibilities; no desires, no real thoughts, just sleep and rest.
These past nine months have been brutal, life has been a burden. Sleep was nice, welcome, appreciated.
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