“Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
And if I die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.”
- Old English prayer
I was sitting on my bed trying to have a clearer vision of my digital clock. It was blinking a faint 2:10 AM. Why are the digits appearing so surreal? My eyes were wet and the skin below it felt sticky because the tears had dried up. I was sweating profusely and groping in the dark for water; my throat was choking. I wanted to breathe as if I was being smothered in my sleep by the pillow.
After drinking a bottle of chilled water and splashing some on my face, I stood in the open air of my 6th floor balcony for a few minutes before I came back to bed only to get the shock of my life! The sheets and the blanket seemed blotched with black ink. I could not decipher anything, may be because it was dark or was I still dreaming? I turned on the lights and came back to bed and froze…
