I hold up my
hands, but I can't see them.
There is nothing beneath my
feet.
I can't move, and I can see my
mother.
She is holding a
baby, which I know is me.
She looks around her and pulls out his
dummy.
I feel something in my mouth, I try and
vomit.
I wake up and
lock my door.
Sleep evades my again.
It is
5am.