Sometimes my nights are very dark.
It seems the hardest work: to get through, listening to my husband breathing beside me.
Fear grips me, just like that, panic, I breathe and get up and lie down and get up...fantasies torture my soul...
Then the sun rises, maybe a migrating bird sings beautifully and then I do get up and jump desperately and joyously into - my first cup of good, strong, hot coffee!
Art by Kiki