When the medication does its job and I my eyes can no longer remain open. I drift through the stages of sleep. It is then, at that moment my imagination, the imagination that allowed me to create all of my stories, is awakened and when it is at full force — all I want to do is wake from the horrors it conjures; but the medicine won’t allow me to break through the sleep barrier.
The fear becomes uncontrollable.
The dread all consuming.
The terror — unending.
I wish I possessed the courage of Ernest Hemingway