Sweet Dreams

As much as I adore sleeping, the unpleasant side effects of such are starting to annoy me. For example, the terrible crick in my neck that I woke up with this morning because I cannot sleep unless contorted into a little snuggly ball, definitely unpleasant. Likewise, the recurrant habit of late to dream of myself in the arms of some amazing person only to wake up to a lonely bed... Definitely frustrating. The dream itself is amazing. It always feels so real... I am flooded with joy so completely that when I am suddenly devoid of it, it's like someone punched me in the heart. It hurts desperately and the tears on my pillows are a witness to such. I know it seems silly and the feeling wears off quickly but damnit it sucks. Just a reminder of the things I have lost and the things that continually avoid me.

I would almost rather go back to the night mares that were plaguing me last year... Sweet dreams hit too close to home.