Sleep is difficult to find.
If it comes at all.
I wonder where you've gone to.
I find you huddled on the floor.
You shiver.
When I touch you, you nearly knock me over.
Ghosts of memories cloud your eyes.
Blinding you to the reality you now live in.
As fast as I see it there, it goes.
You scramble to get to me.
Frantic.
"Baby," you nearly scream.
"I'm alright. It's okay, Edward. I'm okay. Just calm down."
But you won't.
Again you cling to me like I'm the only think holding you here.