Last night I woke up feeling utterly drained and dizzy having laid on one side far too long. The very air of the room seemed cold and dry and felt as though it were eating away at me. Adding to this was a feeling of cold sweat and a subtle looming panic that half my soul had been eaten away and if I hadn't woken then I don't know what would have happened. It was only after hearing a familiar sound of our dogs barking outside that I felt my old self returning back like a trickle that became a flood. Physically and mentally I felt I was dying in the middle of the night. I though I had lost more of me than could be recovered again. A feeling of illness behind a veil yet to come filled my mind.  It was horrible.