Night three back at home in my rented house in New City.
Night three of nightmares, twisted, convoluted, and very vivid.
In one, I drove my rental car into a lake by following a misplaced sign. It took me five minutes after waking up to dispel my list of to dos surrounding sorting out the insurance.
Last night, my dad was being crushed by a weird thresher-like machine, so I moved Pea’s pillows to my side, propped them up so dad could breathe around the thresher, and shifted over to the far side of the bed. I woke up there this morning, on the wrong side, beside a tower of pillows, with tension knots in my shoulders.
Pea arrives Saturday. Pea is better than a sleeping pill, with his warmth and his uncomplicated relationship with sleep. Pea also gives back rubs. I need him here, for so many reasons.