Sweet Dreams Are Made of This

I find myself sleeping a fair amount lately. And after the bout of not sleeping I've had, I guess I should welcome it. Yet after getting up this morning, I realize why I'm sleeping so much, tired yes, but I dream about my family. Yes, they have been horrible to me, and sometimes my dream are not much better, but still......I see them. Is it pathetically sad that I do? Maybe, I miss them. I've been to hurt and angry to actually think about them, but still, it's possible. I just wish that every time I closed my eyes to sleep that I didn't see my little sisters face.