Tag: nightmares
Incubus Be Gone
Incubus Be Gone Every morning for two weeks, I’ve awakened at 3:21 a.m. out of a dead sleep. My throat, parched, I reach for my Yeti cup filled with ice water.The Nightmares (Prologue to The Golden Wolf Stories)
Sleep was the enemy. The dreams had started again. No. Scratch that. They were nightmares. I couldn’t break free of them, and I couldn’t make them stop. Every single one began the same way. I was back in Vegas and I was back in that room. I couldn’t see them, but I could hear the ...
