(Pillow Talk) Toil and Blood

Children always hungry

Sorrow filled women weep

Camps cramped and cold

 

Shudders racked Elieas body as the lay curled up in the fetal position on her cot. Her body was exhausted and cried out for just a tiny bit of sleep for all the effort she put into her work today. It did little good; the soldiers would never let her sleep. They cared nothing about what happened to her or any of the other prisoners for that matter. That is why Eliea loved sleep, she worshiped it even. It allowed her brief reprieve from her suffering and it gave her the only gift that had saved and preserved her sanity thus far; her ability to dream.  She could be anywhere, do anything. She didn’t have to worry about feeling hungry or tired or sore.  She could do the impossible, anything at all! As far as her mind could fly her dreams were sure able to follow. Eliea dreamt of her family together and whole again around the dinner able in their old cottage at thanksgiving time. The smell of the oven roasted turkey filled the air intertwining with the potent smell of sweet potato casserole. Sometimes she had dreams of what flying would be like, feeling the wind caress her skin. Anything would beat being stuck behind the double row of chain fences. Any freedom would be better than this life, trapped and hopeless.