He lies, his head tilted into an unforgiving pillow, sleepless and painfully aware. His eyes bore into the back of his skull. His veins are twitching.
All he wants is sleep.
But there are nightmares.
Atrocities. Wordless horrors. He hears throat-cracking screams. Innumerable and insatiable.
Not things done to him. But by him.
So he can't sleep.
It's not what he remembers that sets the terror in him. It's what he forgets.
Paddy Dobson
16th January 2022