Ten
I used to count myself to sleep. Now I count to help me breathe.
By CJ RainesPublished 6 months ago • 1 min read
One. Two. Three.
I try to count the sheep.
Four. Five. Six.
My eyes fly open.
The air in the room evaporates.
I try to breathe.
Light slithers into the room.
Why is he standing over me?
“Shhhh.”
My body freezes.
My stomach twists.
My throat burns.
No, I say.
Why is he here?
Go away!
He moves.
His hand is too big for my face.
It covers my mouth.
Covers my nose.
Panic.
Fear.
Then.. nothing.
I jolt awake.
One. Two. Three.
I’m safe.
Four. Five. Six.
It was real.
Seven. Eight. Nine.
I’m still here.
Ten.
About the Creator
CJ Raines
I’m CJ. I enjoy writing. It’s how I process, express myself, and use my voice.
It’s a way for me to work through things.
My writing can be honest, a little messy, sometimes beautiful. Kind of like life.
Thanks for reading my work 🩵
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