I feel like sharing one of the stories that I should've told you a long time ago but didn't because I was stupid.
I have always had a problem with sleeping during times that I am overly stressed, too tired when I can't sleep at all, or just totally randomly out of the blue. Since I have been taking walks in the night lately, it brought to mind the very first time.
When I was around 8 years old, my parents decided to live in separate areas because of work. Daddy lived in Dallas to work for my Aunt and her husband in a car restoration business and Mamma stayed in Commerce while finishing up her degree at UGA. One night the first year that Daddy was gone, I woke up to find myself in an extremely dark and strange place. The walls were soft and fuzzy. There was something blocking my way as I stumbled around the other way but I couldn't tell what it was since there was absolutely no light. I tried crawl around the other way, making my way back down the narrow corridor away from whatever was in my way, but was blocked again by what felt like a brick wall which I inadvertently rammed my face into. Instantly I could feel the trickle of warm blood start to flow on my face. In childish frustration, I just sat down on the floor and started bawling for my Mother. The sounds from me crying out sounded muffled which scared me more. For what seemed like a hour, I called out for help. My Mother's voice eventually started coming through the walls but she couldn't tell where I was. She had to call my Father in a panic to find out that I had walked into an access area which was hidden in the back of my closet and went the entire length of the house roof eave She eventually found her way in and rescued me from the covvey hole that I had found myself in. The best memory of Mama from this time period was seeing her flashlight come around the corner and coaxing me from where I had gotten myself stuck. With her light shining toward me, I could see all around me. The fuzzy feeling walls were the fiberglass insulated walls. The mysterious thing that blocked my path on one end of my trap was an AC duct. I was dirty from all the dust. I was bleeding from a cut to my eyebrow thanks to ramming my face into the brick wall. All I wanted was to get out of there and be in a situation where I knew where I was.
Still to this day, I hate not knowing the layout of where I am going to sleep.
I have always had a problem with sleeping during times that I am overly stressed, too tired when I can't sleep at all, or just totally randomly out of the blue. Since I have been taking walks in the night lately, it brought to mind the very first time.
When I was around 8 years old, my parents decided to live in separate areas because of work. Daddy lived in Dallas to work for my Aunt and her husband in a car restoration business and Mamma stayed in Commerce while finishing up her degree at UGA. One night the first year that Daddy was gone, I woke up to find myself in an extremely dark and strange place. The walls were soft and fuzzy. There was something blocking my way as I stumbled around the other way but I couldn't tell what it was since there was absolutely no light. I tried crawl around the other way, making my way back down the narrow corridor away from whatever was in my way, but was blocked again by what felt like a brick wall which I inadvertently rammed my face into. Instantly I could feel the trickle of warm blood start to flow on my face. In childish frustration, I just sat down on the floor and started bawling for my Mother. The sounds from me crying out sounded muffled which scared me more. For what seemed like a hour, I called out for help. My Mother's voice eventually started coming through the walls but she couldn't tell where I was. She had to call my Father in a panic to find out that I had walked into an access area which was hidden in the back of my closet and went the entire length of the house roof eave She eventually found her way in and rescued me from the covvey hole that I had found myself in. The best memory of Mama from this time period was seeing her flashlight come around the corner and coaxing me from where I had gotten myself stuck. With her light shining toward me, I could see all around me. The fuzzy feeling walls were the fiberglass insulated walls. The mysterious thing that blocked my path on one end of my trap was an AC duct. I was dirty from all the dust. I was bleeding from a cut to my eyebrow thanks to ramming my face into the brick wall. All I wanted was to get out of there and be in a situation where I knew where I was.
Still to this day, I hate not knowing the layout of where I am going to sleep.
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