The Process

I have passed beyond the fire into the molten core where pain is fogged and hazy.

Gods, what I would give for a couple of days of uninterrupted sleep. I would like to sleep for more than 2 or 3 hours consecutively.
I look at my sleeping child and I am jealous of her ability to snooze through most anything. She fights tooth and nail to have to go to bed. But once she’s down – she’s out and sleeps all night long, smooth browed and outflung.
I am coming to despise waking up to the sensation of the right side of my face bulging outwards like some cartoon character’s hammer-slammed big toe. I may be wrong but I am pretty sure that humans aren’t supposed to feel like their heads are expanding from inside.