worried

They have started up again.

Both of my husbands have nightmares. They are a reoccurring thing, but night terrors tend to happen to Fiddleford the most. They’ve been having a flare up recently.

He wakes up screaming, kicking, and crying. Mumbling about his parents in his sleep, remnants of him begging to be let back in the house. It breaks my heart.

He shouldn’t need to go through this. I don’t know how to protect him without just going into his brain. I can’t do that. That’s a hideous invasion of him.

It’s saddening. I will not sleep tonight. I need to look over him. I need to look over them both.