She’s not here, tonight. I’m happy, now I can focus on him again. Though, he’s having another nightmare. It’s similar to the last one and I still don’t see what is chasing him. It’s strange, he’s never had these types of dreams until recently. His body is shaking this time. He’s letting out soft whispers of “no” and “don’t.” I find myself wanting to hold him, to stop his shaking, to provide comfort. That would only serve to send me away, however, and I don’t want to leave him.
The bandage is gone from his hand. I can still see where the cut was, just as I intended it to be. I couldn’t see if for long, he started gripping the sheets tightly. This dream must be disturbing him a great deal.
I don’t enjoy seeing him this way. I feel guilty for letting him go through this just so I can see him. I’ve decided I’ll wake him up. I’ll grab his arm and live with only having him for this long. I hope his other dreams are more peaceful.
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