Sleeping Bear

Fuck it. I do not have the energy nor patience to figure this out. I tried not to let my anger take me here, but it has and after 2 sleepless nights I have made the decision (as if that were the hard part), that if I need to be held, cradled, kissed, made love to, or have my hair held away from my face as I retch into the toliet in the middle of the fucking night, well, god damn, I'd much rather sleep alone than lay awake holding my breath, afraid of waking the sleeping bear. It is worrisome, if all it takes to rile the beast is a 3am text, what about when the baby cries? My heart is open but my senses are protective and closing in. Careful, don't let the mouse king rule your castle.