I woke up, my clothes sticking to my back from the swear. My heart was pummeling and for some reason, I still felt like my legs were falling. I tried to calm myself down to slow my racing heart but it failed to stop pumping. I run my shaky hands through my hair and take a deep breath. These nightmares were getting too out of hand. What was going on in my head? How do I get this to stop? These nightmares have been plaguing my brain ever since my mother was taken. I tried counseling of all forms but nothing seemed to help.
I swing my shaky legs off the bed and make my way to the bathroom. I look in the mirror and am horrified at my reflection. There was a bird's nest of hair sitting on my head and my eyes looked sleep-deprived. I wash my face with cold water to calm my nerves and the shaking subsides a little. I needed fresh air.
