The moments just before sunrise are the worst. My eyes wide open. My mouth so dry I cough almost choking.
In the darkness my thoughts race uncontrollably and in minutes I live a thousand lives. Stuck to my sides my arms feel heavy and broken. My body sweating in the crisp, early morning air.
Through the black lit fog around me, my mind creates strange dark figures that hover around my bed. I can't quite focus on them and I try to will them away.
The laden palm of slumber pushes into my chest. Too tired to wake. Too awake to sleep. I lay still and quiet until daybreak caresses my forehead.
© JULIETTE GILLIES