My Accidental Mates
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istled around my ears, racing
ires squealing on the tarmac. Looking behind me in the rearview,
oaned against the light coming through the curtains. Racing to the toilet, I knelt and abruptly threw up, my s
shower, got dressed brushed my teeth and grabbed a coffee. I got into t
- everyt
st slept
right blue eyes gazed back at me,
come up to the surface. No way was I going to humilia
, looking at the trees and the
I don't mean to pry, but there
eyes started streaming
ng, yeah, just a rough morning I
s a veteran of the Afghanistan
i. I guess that's why my mornings go south mos
Once again my gaze snagged on them, the
hat working
tment?" H
nt anxiety and depression, but I still really struggle with sleep,
pecifically trained in treating trauma related nightmares and sleeplessness." "H
e great, I would try
'll get him
d up into a smile a
we pulled up to the front o
he norm, grateful for his pa
my heart rate pick up again. I looked back once inside the glass doors