10_letters theme 49:Nightmare
(tucked under Adam's pillow in Italy)
I woke up in the middle of the night last night and reached for you. Normally I would just have slipped through the Floo immediately when I realized why I was alone, but instead I stayed in place, the cold sheets against my arms and sheer panic clutching my chest long after the warm glow of the lamp beside the bed quelled the darkness.
I am still so terrified... Still. Even knowing that things are going fine and that we're okay, I still wake up thinking it's a nightmare. That we can't possibly be living apart. That I'll turn in the bed and touch your skin and whisper about the horrible dream I've had. That your arms will wrap around me and you'll laugh at the very idea that we could spend any time at all away from each other...
But then I do wake, and I turn, and there is only this. Only empty space and cold sheets. Only silence.
I know that this will pass. That in the morning's light none of this will seem so hard to deal with... that I will look around and smile, knowing I can run to you before work, that you can kiss me gently and I'll push these feelings down somewhere I no longer feel them.
I promised I'd let you know how I was feeling, though. And that is what this is. I don't want things to build up between us until they can't be fixed. I probably just need a hug and a kiss, to be honest. I'm probably missing out on my daily quota or something silly.
I love you.
Emma Grace
I woke up in the middle of the night last night and reached for you. Normally I would just have slipped through the Floo immediately when I realized why I was alone, but instead I stayed in place, the cold sheets against my arms and sheer panic clutching my chest long after the warm glow of the lamp beside the bed quelled the darkness.
I am still so terrified... Still. Even knowing that things are going fine and that we're okay, I still wake up thinking it's a nightmare. That we can't possibly be living apart. That I'll turn in the bed and touch your skin and whisper about the horrible dream I've had. That your arms will wrap around me and you'll laugh at the very idea that we could spend any time at all away from each other...
But then I do wake, and I turn, and there is only this. Only empty space and cold sheets. Only silence.
I know that this will pass. That in the morning's light none of this will seem so hard to deal with... that I will look around and smile, knowing I can run to you before work, that you can kiss me gently and I'll push these feelings down somewhere I no longer feel them.
I promised I'd let you know how I was feeling, though. And that is what this is. I don't want things to build up between us until they can't be fixed. I probably just need a hug and a kiss, to be honest. I'm probably missing out on my daily quota or something silly.
I love you.
Emma Grace