The Nightmare

One morning when I woke up, I woke up realizing that I didn’t want to be awake.

The minute I opened my eyes and I sat up on the bed, my head started reeling. I could hear sounds, but they didn’t seem to make much sense. I planted my feet on the ground. The cold floor against the heated soles of my feet bought me back to reality.

But only for a moment.

There began that gurgling feeling in the pit of my stomach. My back arched in excruciating pain and I winced my eyes in a vain attempt to block the pain out. My head was throbbing and tears made wet paths down my cheek.

I rushed to the bathroom, where promptly I threw up whatever little I had managed to eat the earlier night. After sipping water to calm my empty and burning stomach, I sat on the edge of the bed closest to the door.

The convulsions during vomiting had triggered of another set of aches and my head felt like it would tear of at my neck. I shivered slightly from the non-existent breeze and I knew I had to keep myself warm. I just couldn’t find the energy to grab myself a warm shawl. So I just sat there trying to calm my overwrought nerves.

That was not to be..

For the remainder of the day, the only time I left the bed, was to rush to the bathroom to throw up, and back from there. As the night crept along the sky, my body was washed with fatigue and the only coherent thought my aching head could conjure was that of sleep. My stomach was shooting pain arrows into my system and I was afraid I would collapse.

But I did not shut my eyes. I was so scared that if I closed my eyes this time, I would never wake up again