Day 5 - My Dreams
Dear Dreams,
As you know, I do not sleep a lot. Well, I suppose you are part of the reason for that. I can rarely close my eyes and be confronted with anything other than those same images, playing over and over in my head, a constant stream of black and white before my eyes.
It's worse when there's colour. Never solid, just the occasional flash. Enough to tell me this dream will not end pleasantly. An instant warning that I will wake up with tears rolling down my cheeks and an enormous headache.
Except for the rare occasion when you're nice, and you let me be where i want, with the one I want. You don't do that often
I don't like you very much.
Sorry.
.♥. Leish
