MILLIWAYS
"No... Roger... NO!"
April's shout is loud enough to wake her from her dream and she sits up suddenly, not quite awake and looking confused. She glances around the room, trying to slow her breathing, and remembers where she is. She sighs shakily and reaches over to the nightstand to turn the light on so she can write in her notebook.
"Dreams. I hate dreams. The only ones I can ever remember are the bad ones. The ones that keep me awake the next night. The ones that scare me. Why IS that?
I have to be strong. Yes, Roger will die, but I have to be strong. I can't break down every time the thought of him weakening and fading...
No, I'm not even going to write it.
I just hope I can fall back to sleep tonight."
April puts her notebook back down and turns the light off, lying back on her pillows.
She's not going to get any more sleep tonight.
April's shout is loud enough to wake her from her dream and she sits up suddenly, not quite awake and looking confused. She glances around the room, trying to slow her breathing, and remembers where she is. She sighs shakily and reaches over to the nightstand to turn the light on so she can write in her notebook.
"Dreams. I hate dreams. The only ones I can ever remember are the bad ones. The ones that keep me awake the next night. The ones that scare me. Why IS that?
I have to be strong. Yes, Roger will die, but I have to be strong. I can't break down every time the thought of him weakening and fading...
No, I'm not even going to write it.
I just hope I can fall back to sleep tonight."
April puts her notebook back down and turns the light off, lying back on her pillows.
She's not going to get any more sleep tonight.