Sleeper Thief

Last night I dreamt that my mother was screaming at me over a decision that I made recently. Her disappointment was strong and salty. I woke up and couldn't fall back asleep. That rage and sickness would not leave my belly. I tossed and turned and my entire body ached. I drank water. I peed. I ate pretzels at 4:30 am. I put ear plugs in my ears. I wrapped my legs and arms around my pillow in an effort to harness my anxiety. My room was cold and the rain was loud. The moisture crept into my bones and I lay there soaking in my own confusion.