Feb 6th
Tuesday| 4:30am
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Z A R A
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I watch as he stirs in his sleep, from side to side. He has finally got the chance to sleep. Now he has nightmares disturbing him.
Sweat is beading off his face.
Not only that, his pillows and sheet are drenched with sweat too.
My poor baby.
Chro.
Why is all this happening to him?
He starts off mumbling incoherently until it gets crystal clear. Hearing him apologize in his sleep, fractures my heart.
"I didn't hurt her.." he's crying hard. "Mi swear to God, but I'm sorry."
He rolls over and I see how much he's sweating. There's a wet spot where he previously laid.
"No!" he shouts.
His shirt is soaked.
His eyes widens but he's far from consciousness.
This is more than just a nightmare.
It's actually very scary.
And it brings back memories..
I move closer.
"A my fault!" he hurls the pillow off the bed.
It hits me.
"No, it's not," my voice gentle.
"Mi know a my fault!" he's thrashing about. The lamp falls off his nightstand and it doesn't break surprisingly.
"No!" he yells again.
As a mother, this is heartbreaking.
I sigh and get on the bed next to him. He sits up and attempts to stand. I grip his waist and embrace him.
His body is shuddering uncontrollably.
"It's okay," I assure him and rub his back soothingly.
"It's okay?" he pants.
"Yes."
I don't stop my hand movements. Gradually, I move down and bring my hand back up. It's calming him.
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