Learning To Trust Again

After blow drying her hair, Rebecca got into bed with what was left of her cup of tea. When she came home at this time of night, she preferred the comfort and warmth of her bed, to having to turn on the heater and sit in the larger living room. It just seemed a waste to her to heat the whole room for the limited time she’d be awake. And after what had happened earlier in the lane, she was even more in need of comfort than usual. Plus when she finally did fall asleep she wouldn’t have to move again. She could just close her eyes and drift off. But tonight she was going to need a distraction if that was going to happen. She needed something else to think about. So turning on the television, she flicked through the channels until she found an old movie that had only just started. Propping a pillow up behind her back she turned off the light and sipped her drink, the light from the television giving her enough illumination to be able to see without having the bedside light on.

Ten minutes later she had finished her tea and putting her cup on the bedside table she lay down properly, pulling the covers high up around her. She hoped that when her eyes finally closed now, her mind would not continually replay the events of the night as she had a tendency to do when something was worrying her. She wasn’t one of those people who could just shut things off, as much as she wished she was. But the shower and the tea had worked their magic and within a few minutes she was asleep.

Rebecca woke late the next morning to her alarm blaring. She’d had a disturbed night, waking several times. The first time she’d woken had been following a distressing dream where she was being chased through darkened streets. After that, she’d had to get out of bed and check the doors and windows before she could settle down again. The next couple of times she’d woken she had been able to roll over and go back to sleep. However the breaks in her sleep had left her feeling tired. Resisting the urge to go back to sleep, knowing if she did she’d get nothing done and feel frustrated about it later, she dragged herself out of bed and started her day.