I fear to sleep tonight. That's wrong. I fear to sleep any night because of what morning brings. When I'm out there, I'd wish I were in my labrynth. Then I find myself here, alone, and I'd pray to be among people.I fear morning because it brings difficulties, complexities and fear. I haven't stopped being afraid. I haven't been able to catch my breath in so long that I can't remember when (if ever) I felt secure. I can't hide and I can't reveal myself; what kind of life is that?

I don't want to sleep. I fear to sleep because when I wake, my nightmare begins.