I am your safe place.
A fierce shield against the dark,
John Brownstone asked me how I slept last night. I didn’t know how to answer him without sounding crazy or ridiculous. I barely slept last night because I felt an overwhelming need to protect him from the bad dreams that plagued him the night before. Instead, I made sure that some part of me was touching him throughout the night. Why? Because when I stopped touching him, he became restless, his sleep penetrated by demons neither of us can fight. Whatever comfort I can provide, I will. There is no other option.