I slept in a cold room; so cold that I couldn’t move and couldn’t breathe.
I tried to sleep, and tried to keep warm by burying my head in the pillow, but fell asleep with my arms trapped underneath me.
I’d started to smother myself with the pillow; so much so that in my dreams I dreamed of arguments and nightmares until I woke up and burst into tears.
That’s what I needed to breathe.
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