"When the horses come, I won't scream or cry. I've been dying for them to take my life."

Mar 17, 2003 09:15

Waking up screaming and seeing the body beside you jump ten feet into the air, then fall back down screaming with you before he realizes what's going on and then pulls you close to comfort you isn't exactly the most pleasant experience. Well, except for the last part.

I don't even remember what I dreamt about, but I remember sitting up in bed screaming at the top of my lungs with my eyes still closed and my body shaking.. Conor woke up startled and screamed along with me for about 5 seconds before grabbing me, then stroking my hair and yelling my name out to pull me back into reality. He didn't ask questions, they didn't need to be asked. He just calmed me, and we fell back to sleep within a half hour or so, me clinging to him with all of my might.

EDIT: Oh yeah, Happy St. Patrick's Day, everyone.
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