From the Publisher
I was lying on the floor in my closet in the dark - afraid to go to sleep, afraid the nightmare would return. I had been to a psychiatrist. I told him about sleeping in the closet and he told me that was normal. He said, “Everyone feels a need to sleep in the closet at times.” This was in 1983 and at one hundred dollars an hour, I discontinued the visits. I did not tell him about the nightmare. It was always the same nightmare. When the marriage was at its worst, the nightmare occurred more often. When the job was at its worst, the nightmare occurred more often. When both the job and the marriage were at their worst, the nightmare became more real and it was then that I was afraid to come out of the closet. It was then that I was afraid to go to sleep.