An Uneasy Peace

 
It’s unusual in our house right now. 
 
 
Not the usual way it’s unusual – there aren’t any issues with the Bolivian ambassador hiding in our closet.  No this is a new unusual.
 

Gary started a new med (well, 2 actually).  Friday was the worst night we’ve had ever but Saturday….  Saturday was normal.  Like, totally normal.  No tissue box skunks, no wall lobsters, no dead relatives.  No hallucinations.  Sunday either.  Nor today.
 
 
The doctor worked hard to manage my expectations, telling me repeatedly the most we could hope for is “modest improvement.”  Instead….
 
 
Right now, I hear only the sound of the clock ticking.  No talking to dead friends, no screaming at canvas-faced monsters.  The silence is deafening.  Unnerving, almost.
 
 
For the first time in a very long time, it feels like I’m the one dreaming.
And like every other day for a very long time, I hope sleep lasts a little longer.