Sleep was supposed to me peaceful. Sleep was supposed to be relaxing. Sleep was supposed to keep the drums under control. Some nights were better than others. Some nights forced me to hear the drums. Only the drums. 1-2-3-4. 1-2-3-4. Over and over again. Never quieting. Never ceasing. Unable to wake up, I was forced to listen. They got louder and louder and then the pain came along. It slowly became more distinct. It started to burn. I thrashed about, unable to be released from the clutches of sleep. It was only when his arms wrapped around me and he whispered words of comfort into my ear that I was able to wake up. I buried my face into his chest, not wanted to go back to sleep but sooner or later I would have to. At least I could look forward to waking up. So I could be with my Doctor.