rockstard217

   I suddenly wake up, gasping in bed. I don't know what nightmare woke me up this time, but I don't even have to glance at the clock to know what time it is. 4:23 AM.    Where is my baby's crying? I'm about to go look for her when I remember what happened, and my eyes start to water.    My therapist says it's good to cry, but I don't like it one bit. It stings my eyes and tastes salty, like the ocean. I don't like the ocean either. It makes a horrible place to cry at, because the sea won't listen to me and shut up for just one moment, so that I can try and remember Sophie's crying.