My stomach is churning,

My head is throbbing

The pain is unbearable.

I can’t focus

I can’t think

Suddenly the pain recedes

I feel the soft warm fingers running through my hair

The hand pushing me down

Laying on my side

My head pillowed by a soft lap

The calming whisper of a voice

Telling me ill be ok.

So I sleep

The warmth wrapping around me

The voice calming me

The gentle fingers easing the pain away

I can think

I can focus

The pain is gone and sleep rules.

The vice whispers on and the fingers keep me safe.