
Ever lie in bed, waiting for the elusive dream of slumber to overtake you but have your demons attack instead? You know what I am talking about. Your private fears, your mistakes, your "what if's" all come out of the narrows of your mind and haunt you. Instead of blissful slumber, you lie there with your eyes and hands clenched tight, sometimes tears leaking onto your pillow. Soon, you can't even keep your eyes closed anymore. You stare at the ceiling, the red illuminated numbers next to your head, your spouse's back.
Meanwhile, all of the blessings you have are forgotten. The roof over your head, the two snoring angels in their beds, your snoring spouse, the material things you don't need and the necessary things you do need....poof. Doesn't matter. All that matters right now is how awful you feel and how you let the demons torture you.