Lenora
I always wake up feeling tired and groggy after my night terrors. I rolled over with a groan, stretching out on the huge bed, feeling like I was swimming through a sea of sheets and blankets. I peeled open my gritty eyes and squinted at the windows, noticing that they were just barely beginning to show the first flush of watery dawn light. From the window my eyes darted across the room to the hospital bed.
River had rolled over on his side and had one arm folded under his head. His chest was rising and falling gently and he seemed to be sleeping peacefully. When I thought of the way I had dreamed of him touching me, I felt my face growing warm. I should probably be ashamed of myself, lusting after a man who can’t even get out of his bed.
I slipped out of the covers and shi
