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