Nightmares
C was napping again. He had taken to napping most days, anytime he wasn't working. In the previous year, he had a brief burst of fresh motivation related to his health. He began walking or jogging regularly. He would sometimes ride his bike. But lately, he slipped quietly upstairs and we would find him sleeping in the guest bed for sometimes hours on end. His move to the guest room came in February of 2024, at my insistance, after years of violent outbursts in his sleep had me left me frazzled. Three years earlier, I was awakened from a sound sleep with a sharp punch to my eye. He jumped up and profusely apologized, explaining that he dreamed he was "fighting raccoons". Another time it was a painful kick to my shin when he dreamed he was fighting off someone trying to kidnap our son. Once I awoke to his hands around my throat, as he dreamed he was hanging onto the edge of a cliff. In January of 2024, I woke up in the middle of ...