I wish for morning to come quickly.

Another bad night, number four. Tonight I cannot breathe. The inhaler is not working. My cough, deep and hollow. I hear a growl, no a whistle. I hold my breath, nothing. Then, inhale, the whistle, exhale, the growl. I cannot catch my breath. I am scared. I feel like I might die. And I am so tired.

I think about today. I think about the arms that held me, the tight grasp. "i want to wear you like a coat" you say. I wish for those hands now. I cannot breathe. I wish for morning to come quickly.