I had a nightmare last night and woke up at 5.30am, not daring to close my eyes because I was too scared to go to sleep. I SMS'd the ex - as he was the one most likely to be awake at the time - and flipped through three pages of Foxtrot just trying to take my mind off the bad dream. Finally, I just gritted my teeth, pulled the covers over my head and closed my eyes, trying to force myself to go to sleep seeing as I badly needed the rest. It was tough initially fighting against the remembered fear, but eventually I managed to go to bed.