Fear of Change

The darkness bore down on her like an overweight lover, stifling her every breath. She hated the nights, hated lying alone in a bed made for two, hated the nightmares that came when she slept. With fierce determination she focused her will on the simple act of staying awake; it only made sense: if she didn’t sleep, she couldn’t dream. Instead, she would count the minutes and hours until things would be made right, when she would be reunited with her lover, reunited with her soul. But, at the same time, she feared it, more than she had ever feared anything in her life. What if he was no longer her lover, after all, it had been so long and things are known to change