Memories float up in that moment between wakefulness and sleep. Just as the mind lowers its defences... The demons in the recesses come to the fore.

This time it is an elusive tune, in a voice that has been long thrown into the labyrinthine spaces of the abyss that resides in the cold dark corner of the heart.
The mind though... Is relentless. It now embarks on a journey to identify the song, for it cannot rest until it has all the answers.

Finally the lyrics and the tune ... And the only image that floods the mind and the heart is his.an uncomfortable and unenviable range of emotions flow through making sleep impossible and she lies awake thinking how would it be... The night is filled with what ifs and sighs and soft slow sobs.