3:20AM

Nightmares.

And I wake up again to another nightmare. Feeling my breath running short, or experiencing darkness engulfing me or visualising myself in a pool of tears. I turn to my mother who's peacefully sleeping with the golden sunlight shining at her face just at the right angle from the window. She notices my uneasiness and puts an arm around me and my fear magically disappears and it feels like I'll never be scared or sad again. In her arms, I find my solace.
10 years later, same nightmares. My mother's in a different room, nobody's there to hide me in their arms and help me escape. But wait, No fear? No tears? Did I get used to it? Just like me you'll realize little girl, growing up is the name of befriending your worst enemies and eventually finding solace in them.