I blink my eyes open.
A hand caresses my hair.
I turn my head towards it.
“Are you well?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
“Why?” I ask feeling myself drowsing again.
“You dreamt again last night.”
“Hmm. I don’t remember.”
“It’s better that way.”
“Was it bad?”
“You screamed a lot mostly.”
I stretch.
“Are you asleep?” She whispers.
“Almost.”
“Rest.”
I roll on my side towards her.
I pressed up against something hard and I can hear the beat of a heart.
When I wake up again, the sun’s setting.
I roll on my back.
I’m alone in bed but I know she can hear me.
“I can’t believe I’ve slept so much. It’s like you’re a walking sleeping pill.”
I can hear her laugh even though she’s not there.
I get up and go take a shower.
When I come out, Dharma’s back.
She’s in the living room.
I sit next to her on the couch and turn on the TV.
I lean my head against her shoulder.
“I don’t believe I’m that comfortable to sleep on.” She says.
“No kidding. It’s like sleeping on granite. Why are you so tense?”
“I’m not. It’s just the way I am.”
“There is no human being in the world that can actually be this tense without feeling it.”
“Well, there you have your answer.” She says.
“I’m not even going to pretend that what you just said made sense to me.”
Her hand touches my head then glides down to the back of my neck where it stays.
I shiver.
“Your hands are cold.”
“I know. Sorry about that.”
“It’s okay.”
“You should eat.”
“So should you.”
“I will, later.”
“What are you in the mood for? Chinese?”
“No thank you.”
“Come on.”
“Go Johnathon. The grumbling of your stomach is too much.”
“Fine.”
I stand and walk into the kitchen to look over some take out menus I have there.
Arms wrap around me from behind.
“Are you afraid still?”
“No.”
“Good.”
