I awake with the scream still in my throat. I curl into a ball, burying my face into the pillow. The tears come hot and fast as a pain rips through my heart. Flashbacks and memories. So much anguish. I'm haunted by visions of losing my son. Visions of my mother beating me, telling me it was all my fault. I'm shaking.
Soothing arms come around me, holding me close. My tears are wiped away and he tells me I'm safe. I come back to reality and slip back into a dreamless sleep wrapped in his arms.
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