Memories: demons that hover, waiting for me to sleep.
I spent years sleeping as little as one to two hours a night. I wasn’t afraid of falling asleep, I had come to expect what was waiting, the memories, the feelings, the fears, the phobias, all of them lurking in the peripheral vision of my sleeping consciousness.
During the day, it is easy to keep the at bay, at night, defenses are down and I find myself open to their prevailing presence.
What is really hard is when you wake from sleep and the visions don’t stop. You continue to see to see the things you fight all day to forget…I call those the Day Stalkers – I wrote a piece on those.