Terrence
I wake up to the sound of Blythe groaning beside me. It is still pitch black in the bowels of the night. I open my eyes and look over at her, rolling onto my side. She's curled into a ball with her back to me, arms wrapped tightly around herself, shuddering.
She starts mumbling under her breath, apparently fluent in gibberish since I cannot make out a thing she is saying. She's having a bad dream; a nightmare that claws at her throat. Emitting a low sound of protest, it vaguely resembles a tortured noooooo. I sit up, unsure of how to react. I promised I wouldn't touch her but watching her suffer in her sleep is not a process I want to prolong.
She buries her face in the pillow, rocking herself gently from side to side. I tighten my lips and rest my hand on the curve of her wa
