I woke up in a cold sweat. It had been a sharp pain that forced me out of pleasant dreams, but from what? Maybe is was my foot, I thought, I must have kicked the edge of my bed. Or maybe my stomach, I probably just ate too late. Yup, that was it, and now I'm fine.
With that as reassurance I turned over trying to become more comfortable. But then it happened again. I ignore it. And again, and again, and again. Over and over it hit me. Then the realization struck me, it wasn't my foot or my stomach or my head or hand. It was a more suddle pain, something I couldn't control. It was the aching pain of my heart.
