by Lisa Miller

It's 2 a.m. It's always 2 a.m. when my night stalkers appear. They make my feet cold with fear and my head burn with anxiety. The clock always says 2 a.m. when my pounding heart wakes me up as it tries to claw its way out of my chest. Why can't they appear at 5 or 6 or 7 a.m., when I'm awake and rational and know life is not as bad as it seems when they whisper what if, what if, what if in my head? No, they only appear when it's dark and silent and endless night.


Lisa Miller is Currently Dreaming.