No More Dreams

Max kissed me as my eyes opened. I smiled.

"What time is it?" I whispered sleepily. He laughed.

"Don't you know?" he mumbled, smiling as well.

"I do. It's half past five in the morning"

"Are you all right?" he asked quietly.

"Hmm. Why?" I closed my eyes again.

"Well, it's just that you haven't woken up in the night for ages..."

"Why would I?"

"You used to, because of the dreams. But now... nothing. You don't even move about. It's as if you don't have the dreams any more..." he said.

I opened my eyes and sat up. "What?"

"You heard me"

"But I... I thought you knew I wasn't having the dreams any more..." I said and then realised my mistake. I thought he knew I wasn't having the dreams any more. He did know. Now.

"Sara, why didn't you tell me?" Max put his hands on my shoulders and peered at me in the darkness.

"I thought you knew" I answered pathetically. I didn't tell him because I thought that if I told him, I would have to tell him about the voices. I didn't want to do that.

"You've already said that" he said. I could tell he was being careful not to get angry with me. "But you know I worry about you"

"I know..."

"Sara, listen. I know you'll think I'm overreactive, and overprotective, I know you already do" he sighed "Sara, the first night, when you were sleeping really peacefully. No moving, no screaming, talking, waking up. I could barely even tell you were breathing. I... I thought you were dying"

"That's why you woke me up" I remembered that night. He'd woken me up and told me it was because I'd been coughing a lot and he didn't want me to choke. He'd made me take my inhaler before I went back to sleep. "I don't know why I didn't tell you" I said.

"OK" he closed his eyes. "Go back to sleep"

"Max, I'm sorry. Really. I didn't mean to upset you" I told him truthfully. He nodded and hugged me. "I'm cold" I said, to break the silence.

"So am I" he said. I instantly felt warmer. I smiled up at him and he smiled down at me.

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