I should be sleeping.

Nights are the hardest.
Ever since I crawled in bed tonight my puppy has been snuggled close. Its kinda unusual for her to stay with me this long because my twin bed is a little small for the two of us and she gets pretty hot. The paint fumes aren't that bad so I opted to sleep in my own bed tonight and without even calling she joined me.
Thankful for her presence because I am still awake and hurting. There comes a point where I just end up lying in bed crying because I want more than anything for the pain to stop and to actually fall asleep. Night become so hard when I am hurting- it gives the enemy a way in and regardless of how hard I try I find myself falling to his lies.
In the dark it seems that every fear I have manages to creep into my head and I start questioning the things I shouldn't question. I find myself getting closer to the edge but once daylight comes again things seem to be okay. Its like a cycle that needs to be broken.
We all have those days. It is just hard to see the other side when we are facing them.