Awake before the sun hits the sky. My nerves are a jangling bunch of keys, somewhere close to the surface, perpetually threatening to come forward and spoil it.
Deep breathes. In, out. Eyes closed, altho the room is barely lit as it is.
(his hand snakes over as he sleeps and I tense and hold my breath until he returns to the dream he won’t remember on waking.)
Struggling to pull myself from this loop, this version of me so different to the others. You are still sleeping. Nowhere as far as the other side of the world, but as impossibly far to reach.
