All our monsters are real and sooner or later they’ll take everyone we ever loved. Whether accident or old age, murder or illness like the cancer that’s eating away at my body. A painful death will be my end I suppose, but just in case I’ll leave my doors open for whatever my dreams might bring.
What an amazing story, full of heart, angst, the things that play in the mind. I always slept with my sheet covering my neck because my mother told me a true story about someone killed in their sleep with a gun to the back of their neck. I didn’t stop sleeping that way, way into my 20s. I also had a brother serve in the war and return to live at home. This story brought up a lot for me. Thanks for writing this and sharing.