I'm waiting, again.
Waiting is part of the punishment.
The punishment brings a sleepless night.
Nights- that I've experienced so many time before, laying wide awake, wondering where I'd be in a few hours. If the next day will be any better than the previous.
I wonder if anything was what it once was. I can't do this anymore- not if I have to be alone. Please pull up a chair and wait with me, at least until the sun comes up. At least until the punishment is over. I don't want to face another night alone. Please stay with me. I just want it to pass. My hands shake. My bones are brittle. My body feels broken down. It's well on it's way. Please wait with me
