thoughts

It's been a while since my last post, hasn't it? I need to get back in the swing of writing, though; my first big creative writing assignment for my nonfiction class is due on monday. Please send suggestions. :)

I had an eerie, semiprofound experience today in the early morning hours of sleep. For a minute, as if half-conscious, I remember being aware of myself sleeping. I guess that happens all the time. But then, be it the news radio of my alarm or a dream, I was caused to imagine for a second that I was not between soft sheets but in a violent, war-stricken place, curled up on a hard surface, dozing without peace from the thought that I might be in harm's way. My heart leapt and I opened my eyes to be sure of myself.
Embracing sleep again, I had never been more thankful to be in a comfortable bed. Likewise I felt a tight knot of shame that I have always accepted a soft, warm, safe place to sleep as fact. But how many millions in the world were started awake last night with a shiver, or hunger pains, or a dread of danger, or a fear of demons?