Even though the alarm is set, admittedly, over the last two weeks, in the back of my mind, is some fear.  As I lay in bed, before sleep befalls me, my eyes dart over to the security panel on my wall to verify and re-verify that the red light indicating that the security system is on.  I used to set my television to sleep timer on some of the plain music channels, just because I had some insomnia, but I grew to preferring silence.  But now I’m back to the former, because I try to convince myself that classical music can possibly mute some of my thinking.  It doesn’t.  But the sound is comforting.

I hate this feeling.  And as much as I’m aware the passage of time reduces the feelings, there is never going to be light at the end of the tunnel.