If nothing else, I've usually been able to sleep at night.

Not last night.

For the first time in a long, long time I dreamed about "it."
I woke up at 2am---heart pounding, out of breath and terrified. Sleep was impossible afterward.

Everything else crept into my mind:

Was the howling wind going to put the huge oak tree on our house?
Work.
The Labrador pacing the living room floor, making the floor creak at that one spot.
Will my son's baseball practice be cancelled?
My wife's car needs tires ALREADY.
Should I wake her up to talk---or should I let her sleep?
Am I still being abused by this guy? I'm still having nightmares about it. I'm still talking about it...
You get the idea.

Will
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Cruel Summer
My Journal

-Signs and traces left in stone
Ruins of a past unknown-