I have a dream. A dream in which I can go through a whole day feeling well rested.
I dream of a day when my skin no longer looks like a minefield and the dark circles under my eyes are banished.
I dream of a time when I will again feel healthy and not exhausted.
I dream of a time when I’ll know where I’m supposed to go and what I’m supposed to do.
I dream of a day when I’ll be able to look an extrovert in the eye unflinchingly.
I dream of sleep. I dream of gingerbread. I’m dreaming of a white Christmas.
I clearly need to go to bed.