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Now onto today’s post!
It had been another long day.
The side benefit of working almost all day is that sleep comes easy. You hit the bed and you are out in no time.
The only problem with this and having a job that contains images that could be mentally disturbing was the things you see in your sleep.
Albeit, working for 9 years in the profession will help you stomach a lot of things but there will be instances when it hits you right in the gut and you just can’t process it.
See, your brain can be creative and though that helps you think out of the box and use it to help solve crimes, it also has its cons. At least for me.
While I sleep, it merges one horrible image from case and another equally horrible image from some other case thus producing an image that though in reality would be impossible, a completely brutally disturbing image.
It’s either this or the regular fear of losing your loved one during a shot out and watching it in slow, high definition. The entirely painful grieving process.
I’ve never been good at concealing my emotions but also I don’t like showing them out all the time. It makes me feel weak. This is why I can’t cry in public. I hate people seeing me cry. It makes me feel so vulnerable. I only cry in front of my close ones.
I had another nightmare. I felt every inch of my skin covered in my sweat. My mouth felt dry. Like I never even knew that water existed. I couldn’t move a muscle. I froze.
I couldn’t remember a single thing, only that it instilled so much fear in me I could hear my heartbeat, beating a 100 times per second and so loud that it was the only noise I could hear.
This was like no other nightmare of mine.
Cause I think, in this one I died.