Nights spent waiting for the dog to bark again. He's lost his center to the dark. I wake up at two three four in the morning and try to get him to calm down. For someone with anxiety, I don't do a good job at comforting him. I'm short with him, I yell, I get frustrated too easily. I give him distractions to ease his anxiety. Nothing I do or say sinks into him. I can see it in his eyes, he's not there. He's in another reality filled with only his worries.
Kelly Severseike 