These days I have adapted the strangest sleeping habits. Now I am asleep as many hours as I am awake. Last night I had the strangest dream. Well the dream was not as strange as my reaction. All I remember is that I was in the kitchen and I was looking towards my mom who was on the other side of the counter that separates the kitchen along with the cabinet. I was trying to make out her facial expression and at first I thought she was crying. But as seconds passed by like hours, It hit me, slowly, that she wasn't crying. Her eyes were open wide and glazed slighty, and she was drunk. And in my dream, the minute I comprehended that she was drunk, I woke up and I began to drown in adrenaline and anxiety. And I began to fight the sheets until I looked at the clock and saw the numbers 5 and 43 stare upon me. I hate that know I can't escape my mother's alcoholism in my sleep.