Sleeping With You

I woke up in the middle of the night in a panic, and his arms were locked around me. Crushing me, almost, which might explain the nightmare. But close to him in consciousness felt so much better. I am here, with him, and I am safe. I am safe from the demons in my mind which chase me through the back alleys of my bad thoughts and broken dreams. I am safe from the reality which scoots in closer with threats of unpaid bills and missed social cues. I am safe from the words and the onslaught of messages that constantly tell me I am not being the person I should be. I am here with him, quiet, in the dark. I am safe. I am okay. I am awake with him, and in his sleep he holds me so tight I can feel it in my sleep. It feels good.

So I close my eyes again, and the nightmares do not come. I fall asleep knowing I am safe with him, and I sleep well by his side for at least tonight.