I ended up going back to bed. Too much was swimming around in my mind, and it was exhausting.

Archer's face was tense when I got back to bed, but immediately softened when I snuggled closer to his chest. He must have realised I was gone.

I let myself drift off to sleep once more.

*****

Red....

        Skin....

  

  Colour....

          

               Pattern....

*****

Red? Skin? Colour? Pattern? 

Those were all words I heard being whispered into my mind over and over again while I slept. I decided to write them down, so I wouldn't forget.

It was morning now. Archer would be up. I got out of bed for the second time that morning, lazily making my way to the space outside the bedroom. Archer was sitting on a dining chair, face in his hands.

'What's wrong?' I asked Archer. He jumped a little, probably startled by my voice coming out of no where.

"Mmm... Nothing." He said. He waved me over to him, wanting me to sit in his lap. Silly Archer! Always so shameless... 

...I did it obviously.

He kissed all over my face, pulling me into a suffocating hug.

"Are you ready for today?" He asked me.

'Yes.' I replied. I wasn't really. My arms and legs were aching from yesterday, but I wouldn't admit that to my overprotective partner, would I?

"This is going to be a very hard day." Archer explained. And I couldn't help but to think, why?