It's fear that keeps us alive. I have always wondered about living without fear, nothing to be afraid of, no monsters under the bed, the darkness our friend. But I couldn't fathom it, I didn't quite reach the conclusion that we could live without fear.

My nightmares are a reminder of how human I am. Waking up screaming, sweat trailing down my whole body, arms and legs shaking as if there's no tomorrow. It did feel as if today is my last day.

The hitching of your breath, the twitching in your eyes, the ringing inside your ears, the clogging of your nose and the constricting of your throat. It's what keeps us alive.

But then, I feel warm as the silent tears stream down my face. I feel warm; a calming, soothing effect washes over me. I begin to relax, as I try to drift back to sleep once I realise that it's my fear that woke me up. This is my sanctuary—the tranquility on which I thrive on.