Hurt

The sleeplessness made her think, sometimes too much. Was she over-analysing everything? She wasn't sure.
She knew that sometimes people you love say things that either they don't mean or don't realise are hurtful. Sometimes though it was calculated emotional torture. She played through a catalogue of these things in her mind and mulled and remulled them over, thinking of them all from the worst possible angle.
She wanted to wake him and tell him he'd hurt her, but she was scared. He might react with anger, in fact he most likely would. Or was she overthinking that too?
Some of the things that upset her were from a year or more ago. There was no point in revisiting them. But why did they keep bubbling to the surface?
Maybe she'd be strong enough one day.
She sobbed into her pillow as she waited for sleep.