You've always had trouble sleeping, whether it was because of the dark as a little kid, the arguments as a teenager or the general dread of life as an adult, some nights are easier than others you manage to get to sleep around 1am, wrapped up in blankets, maybe some music on but anyways cuddling your shark plush.
Tonight it felt impossible to sleep, minutes ticked by into hours as 2 and then 3am passed without a wink of shut eye. You don't know what's wrong, just an overwhelming sense of dread, something is wrong, something is *coming for you*, something is *there*.
You start to sob, tears breaking free like a crack in the dam wall caving in. it's so sudden, so violent, completely uncontrollable, you haven't cried like this in years what the fuck is wrong with you. It feels like you're getting choked out by your own tears, drowning in the sheer volume of salt water your body is pushing through your eyes.
And just as quickly as it starts, what feels like the radiant light of a thousand suns cuts through the madness, a figure, a person...no, not just a person, but your sister. God she must have heard you from the other room and come to save you, as she always has. Her voice like a ladder pulling you out of the depths, and with each arm she puts around you like both sides of an impossibly warm towel.
Cradling you now, she rocks you back and forth, soothing your racing heart, you always feel safe with her, nothing could ever go wrong. She's like an angel, so gentle the way her fingers trace your skin, so soft the way her lips feel pressed against yours and then up to kiss away the residual tears. You know it's going to be okay, She's there. And finally she says as if reading your mind
"Everything's going to be just fine, my dear sister"
