It was 3 O'clock in the morning, everyone else was asleep, but I couldn't sleep that night, because I wasn't used to the silence of the New Mexican night, I gave up on the possibility of sleeping at this point.
I then decided to walk around my grandparents house, since my mom and I were staying there for a couple of weeks, I was fine until I walked past my Dad's old room, then everything that had happened in the last couple of days hit me like a brick wall.
My throat tightened, my vision blurred with tears, my head was pounding and my heart felt like it had been shattered into a million tiny pieces, I curled up into a ball on the end of my Dad's bed and fell asleep with my memories swirling around inside my head.
It was the middle of the night, I had just woken up after a nightmare, so I went to my Dad's bedroom and woke him up because I couldn't go back to sleep.
"Daddy"
"What's wrong?"
"I had a nightmare"
"Come here"
So I climbed on top of my Dad, and he pulled the duvet over me.
"What scared my Wildcat, hmm?"
"I don't 'member"
"Ok baby"
I woke up to the sun in my eyes, and I felt really groggy, I looked at the clock and it was 6 in the morning, so I went downstairs and made myself some coffee.
I was debating on if I should just skip breakfast but then my Grandma walks in.
"Morning Lacey"
"Morning Grandma"
"Did you sleep well last night?"
"It came in bits and pieces"