Like a little girl afraid of the boggy man, I was a thirty year old woman afraid to fall asleep.  After, two and half weeks recovering from dieing and being brought back to life. It was my first night home from the hospital.  So I asked my mother to sleep with me. I climbed Into bed like a eighty year old woman with limbs creekng, cracking and aching from my pain.  I wondered if it was going to be my last night here on earth again. Because this was the house, the bed, that my friends had found me dead in just weeks before.  I put my oxygen on my face and said my prayer’s. My mom laid down next to me and went fast a sleep that night. I was so weak, tired, and so frightened that I was going to die again. I watched the clock…dream land was coming.