I've come to fear it. bed the bed. my bed. our bed anxiety pools at my feet as I stand near it and it encases me as I sink down onto it. bed this is the place where once i had warm comfort now I am hot sticky and tangled within the blankets which drag me deeper and deeper into an unconscious black abyss. bed the happy bouncy sleeping is wrecked. kicking nightmares that I can't shake in the day. yet the day is when I find comfort in sleep... to wake up in total sunshine. at night, it comes. I sit alone surrounded by music and cold computer light in bed ours, mine, and the