I lay down my pen feeling a peace and quietness flood through me; a feeling that I've not known for the last three days. Finally, my mind can rest. And so can my body.
I undress in silence and lie down next to this wonderful woman. I fold my body around hers, breathing in her delicious scent. She mumbles something and my heart thrills when I realize she's saying my name. My Ana. She always forgives me.
Finally, I sleep.
No, no, no, no! Don't touch me! Don't touch me! Nooo! You're hurting me! Don't let him touch me! Hurting me! Hurting me!
My heart is pounding and I'm covered in a cold, clammy sweat. Fuck! Another fucking nightmare! Not that one, please God, not that one.
I feel her warm, soft hand on my cheek.
"It's ok, Christian. It's going to be ok."
"Ana. You're here."
"Of course I'm here."
"I had a dream..."
"I know. I'm here, I'm here."
"Ana."
"Hush, I'm here."
"Please let's not fight."
"Okay."
"The vows. No obeying. I can do that. We'll find a way."
My words rush out in a tumble of emotion and confusion and anxiety.
"Yes. We will. We'll always find a way."
She kisses me, silencing me, bringing me back to the now.
My beautiful angel.
