Letters to God – Part 39: Daymare

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The day starts. What surprises will it bring? Where is that hidden gorilla that haunts us? Will it pounce at us today?

Taking care of every detail, everything must be just right. Otherwise, something may happen. Maybe. Maybe not. But who knows. Better safe than sorry.

Tired, exhausted, depleted.

Trying to rest, the mind rewinds to different days. More “complex” days. Days where everything was unsure.

I guess all days are like that.

And then I fall asleep. And my nightmare stops. And I dream…

Daymare… Didn’t know that word existed.