*Caterina*
I should have known from the get-go that I wasn’t in for a decent night of sleep. The moment I closed my eyes and felt my exhaustion drag me under, my subconscious was swirling beyond my control.
If I wasn’t dreaming about Junior and his psycho of a father, then my mind was forcing me to relive the night when I’d almost lost my mom.
Each time I felt my chest seize up and my lungs burning for air. I shook myself awake, only to fall back into another nightmare of my mind’s nefarious choosing.
Of course, none of this came as a surprise to me. Certain events in my life were enough to scar even the strongest-willed people.
What I found honestly shocking was that I didn’t seem to suffer worse from these sorts of dreams. It was surprisingly easy to fall asleep, despite the nightmares that awaited me.
