8. Another Nightmare
Danny sat on the couch reading and I lay with my head in his lap dozing, my strength slowly returning of its own accord, though I knew I’d have to eat in order to be in peak condition.
The sun streamed through the window and in between naps I watched the dust motes dancing in the light, sometimes colliding then dancing off in the opposite direction.
I sat up and leaned my chin on Danny’s shoulder. Eventually he turned to look at me and smiled.
“Come read in the garden,” I said. “I’d like to soak up some sun and swing gently.”
He kissed the top of my head and, being playful, scooped me into his arms and carried me outside.
“I’m not an invalid,” I protested, as he sat me down on the swing.
“I know,” Danny grinned, “but I like to put my muscles to good use sometime
