The door creaks open to my bedroom door. There is an outline of a silhouette. A shadow stands in my doorway. My body convulses and I start to scream. I wail out three long piercing shrieks. Three loud screams of terror not realizing the person standing in front of me is just my partner trying to get in bed beside me. He places one hand on my stomach and says calmly, “It’s just me, love.” His head sinks into the left side of my shoulder, gently resting his head full of locs in the crevice of my collar bone. He takes a deep and long sigh, wondering how his presence caused me to scream so loudly, in such horror as if I was under siege, under attack and in a war with someone other than myself.
Incredible. Thanks for sharing such a vulnerable story this morning. I’m eager to follow along and see how you’ll take the pen out of fear’s fingers and write a different narrative about your future!
Incredible. Thanks for sharing such a vulnerable story this morning. I’m eager to follow along and see how you’ll take the pen out of fear’s fingers and write a different narrative about your future!