And for one night, I was angry.
Raging fists buried in pillows, pounding again and again and again. Confused and outraged, I screamed until my lungs were empty and my breath shallow. Black ink-like clouds flooded my vision, red outbursts hitting me like a punch in the stomach.
I recoiled. Caught my breath. Slowed my breathing. Opened my eyes, slowly, as if I was scared something would jump out at me. Maybe I was. Maybe I was terrified that another one would grab my shoulders, shaking me until more tears escaped the black holes that had absorbed to much.
I looked around. Sad. Confused. Happy. Disappointed. Thrilled. Excited. Everything.