Bad dreams
I woke up with a horrible feeling. A feeling of loss, a feeling of helplessness, as if I had a heavy weight on my chest that would not go away. Half awake, half still in a stupor, I realized that it had all been a dream, and a nasty one at that. I had dreamt about losing her.
The details were fading quickly, as they do when you wake up from a nightmare, but I could remember glimpses of an argument, the cause of which unknown and unimportant.
Then I took a breath, looked to my side and, sure enough, she was still there sleeping peacefully. And that peace was contagious. Still shaken, I smiled, because that meant I had something worth worrying about losing.
The details were fading quickly, as they do when you wake up from a nightmare, but I could remember glimpses of an argument, the cause of which unknown and unimportant.
Then I took a breath, looked to my side and, sure enough, she was still there sleeping peacefully. And that peace was contagious. Still shaken, I smiled, because that meant I had something worth worrying about losing.