I wake up with a start. A clamped hand over open mouth to keep the scream from coming out. It's only a dream.
Whispers in the dark. The sound of the voices of your imagination.
A product of stress? Craziness? Have I really lost it?
Maybe I should start watching comedy shows before bed.
A hot shower awaits. I had to strip the bed and myself because I was soaked to the skin. I think maybe I should have this conversation with the doctor. I'm doubting this can be completely normal. But when have I ever been?
The best part of my night: Dreaming about Sarah Jayne and Bree. I wish I could have held on to that dream.
