Sweat dripped down my temples as my vision swam into focus. My bedroom. I was in my room. In my bed. Not stretched out on a table. No electrical lashes were jolting my body, no water drowning me. My apartment. My safe place.I was fine. I was okay.Sweet Pea whined, resting his head on my lap.Absently, I petted his head. “It’s all right, boy.”He woofed and curled closer to me.Even he could sense I was lying. I really needed to work on that.Lying back down, I pulled the covers up to my chin and draped my arm around his flank.I tossed. I turned.My eyes stayed wide open.The sound of light snoring touched my senses from the guest bedroom. I was failing miserably this day. Most days I slept just fine. But there were others that had ice prickling down my spine in fear, horrific memories flooding and never-ending. I really wished I had a sleeping pill this day, my worst yet.“Okay, boy, we’re moving locations.” I knew when enough was enough. And I needed to move, my body twitchy with nerves.
