Dream

She was thrashing in her bed, blankets getting ripped off of him the more violent she got. Her screams pierced through the otherwise silent night, and nothing he did could pull her out of her dream state. He stradled her and held down her arms to keep her from scratching at her face or him, and once she finally calmed down enough to settle back into an uneasy sleep, he rolled back over next to her, blankets abandoned on the floor during the struggle.

Jason hardly slept anymore with her night terrors happening on an almost nightly basis, besides the few hours between the time she left for work and his first class. It was really starting to take its toll on him, but he would never leave. Looking over at his wife of almost ten years, looking as beautiful as she did when they first met all those years ago even with the strain of her last attack still on her face, he knew he was in this for the long haul. For better and for worse is what he had promised, and even if they never found a solution and her night terrors woke him up every night for the next eighty years, he would be content. Because he was hers and she was his.

As her face relaxed a little more, Jason kissed the side of her head gently. "Sleep tight, Kimberly Ann Scott."