I’ve just realised something. Owning a dog is what makes me feel safe. I am hearing things. Rationally, I know it’s the washing machine and dryer, but in my sleep deprived mind, it doesn’t sound like that. And I’m scaring myself, and rationally talking to myself wasn’t helping. Writing here does. Has. I’m ok. They both finished. How about that. I need to sleep. Good morning and good night x

5:04 a.m