A Sweet Dream

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by andromeda2098

by andromeda2098

The room was messy for a reason Carrie couldn't really recall.

All that was clear though was the loneliness seeping into her like poison as she silently lay alone in bed. There was so much indescribable pain within her; it was almost too much to bear. Somehow, Carrie wished the hurt would all go away, that Carrie would become completely numb to it.

Oddly enough, the peace and the freedom she was asking for was just something not even God could generously give.

Tick tock...

Carrie was on the verge of tearing up again.

Tick tock...

She inhaled deeply and breathed out, consequently letting her mind wander farther than usual.

Tick tock...

Suddenly, she heard footsteps coming into their room.

The door creaked open, and Carrie is greeted by the only sight she had always been wanting and waiting to see.

His tired face cut through the dimness of the room, and as quickly as he came, the pain slowly edged away.

"Hey." He said as he now kicked out his shoes, removed his socks and then crawled into bed with her. He was still in his work clothes, still in his jacket and tie.

But his happy countenance disappeared by the time he'd seen the water in her eyes. He didn't say a word because Carrie knew that he knew even if he wasn't going to say anything—even if she wasn't going to say anything.

So he pulled her into his arms and Carrie lay there as she sobbed away every little bad thing out. Again, he didn't say anything, much less muttered a word about her crying. He just rubbed warmth into her back and constantly planted kisses on her hair, face and forehead.

"It's going to be alright, love." He whispered.

After half an hour of crying, they lie there in the still quiet. They are not asleep, they just lie that way—her hand on his broad chest, her face too, and his arms just protectively covering her from every danger there was in the world.

Rain had started pour like God was angry. There was no blanket, but Carrie felt warm enough, what with their bodies dangling and intertwining around each other. Who needed a blanket?

Quietly, as if in a still lullaby, his breath is what calmed Carrie down from the lightning that slashed across the dark sky.

"You're not leaving me, are you?" The question hung in the air. For that little while, a streak of fear reentered her system.

"Never." He answered with a finality that only the both of them understood. Then, her eyes fluttered into a slow close...what she remembered next is the pitch black swallowing her entire vision.

But Carrie was no longer afraid of it because she knew he was with her now, and probably, for forever.