I had my first good sleep last night
without my own thoughts suffocating me
pulling me into the darkness
and leaving me breathless from anxiety
at 2 a.m.

I dreamed
that my uncle turned against me
and the night before,
a murderer was on the loose

But I can confidently wake up and say
I had a good sleep
ignoring my subconsciousness
and the vivid deaths my brain spurred

So I smiled to the snow
and to the frigid cold
that was slowly creeping back
into my fears