Our nightmares hold our insecurities and phobias. Mine have, of late, played host to flashbacks of the stress of school and these horrific visions of my loved ones lost. When I wake up, my heart is beating fast -- for just a second. I am left alone with tired mind's inventions, which don't last: I wait a minute more, and then they're gone. But these are not what's kept me up till four; at least those nights, I'm not left thinking of what could have been. If I had studied more. Or if I had not lost the one I loved. I made some tea. Just waiting as it steeps. Afraid of dreams, I still can't go to sleep.