The Nightmares She Doesn't Have Pt. 3.
May. 24th, 2006 11:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
twiststhebladeNightmares. Yes, now she might admit to nightmares. Why else would she wake herself screaming? But she can't deny them any more. Not when now she wakes drenched in cold sweat, every muscle in her body howling in protest. Not when most times now she wakes truly choking, and has to bolt from the bed for the bathroom, stomach clenched. She rarely eats enough now to throw up anything more than bile.
If she sleeps at all. She doesn't, if she can help it. She can go a few nights without sleep, and by then she's tired enough to sink into utterly dreamless blackness. Or she can share her bed. The right person next to her, and the dreams go away. The nightmares. If all else fails? The bourbon is still there.
She doesn't remember what she dreams.
Doesn't, can't, won't.
Will. Not
If she sleeps at all. She doesn't, if she can help it. She can go a few nights without sleep, and by then she's tired enough to sink into utterly dreamless blackness. Or she can share her bed. The right person next to her, and the dreams go away. The nightmares. If all else fails? The bourbon is still there.
She doesn't remember what she dreams.
Doesn't, can't, won't.
Will. Not
