This is the weekend of the home invasion. Temperatures are about as hot as they were on the night of the attack. My wife and I are sleeping in the same room we were in when the home invader broke in. It's deja vu. Barely slept last night. I had a long nap in the afternoon so that I'm not a zombie today. Tonight is the official anniversary date of the attack, and I'm hyper-aware of every sound in the house. I can't believe that years later I can still feel like this. I'm trying to keep everything in perspective, but the fear still emerges and I keep expecting some other attack to come. It's irrational, but I still have the feeling of dread. I can't wait until this weekend is over.
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