Naps

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I'm not safe in my naps anymore.
I wake up, desperate to scream.
Random glimpses of horror flash through me.
Dead bodies, hands reaching to unclothe me, blood stained on concrete.
There are barks and skeletons and so much blood.
There's a river of blood and my subconscious is swimming in it.
I cry and kick and fight in the dream, thrashing around to no avail.
I run, I can't hide. It gets me every time.
It's a daily occurrence now, my regularly scheduled naps are now disrupted by nightmares.
What do you call it when nightmares happen in the middle of the day?
She asks me what I dream of, what exactly happens.
I lie, "I can't remember, I just know it's bad,"
My own heart rate wakes me up before my alarm.
I'm not safe anywhere anymore.

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