Dreams

For the past few weeks, I’ve not really dreamt much – perhaps as a result of taking Nytol to help me get to sleep – but now I’m dreaming again. I dream I see my dad – not that he is alive – but that I see him, talk to him, cuddle him. And then I wake up, and it hits me that I will never do those things again. I have spent most of the last few weeks feeling numb, almost being able to retreat into a shell where the pain can’t get to me - now I can’t seem to hide from it.