I don’t quite know how long I went without sleep,
and still don’t.
We all came out unscathed, the dog was burned pretty bad but within several weeks she was back to herself.
For some reason though I didn’t want them out of my sight. Anyone.
Vivid dreams, my entire life.
So much so, my mom used to always ask if I was pregnant.
I couldn’t remember a time in my life that I haven’t until that time.
I have two friends who asked if I was sleeping, and if so, if I was dreaming….
One friend had said she had been dreaming for days about fire. Just fire everywhere.
The other (who has gone through two fires) said she kept waking up in a panic, thinking about everything.
Mine were just dark. Dark space.
Dark space where I am always looking. Looking for my family.
Feeling around trying to find something, drowning,
only to wake soaked in sweat in a panic.