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Mar. 18th, 2006 08:36 pmMelou woke with a start. He was soaked with sweat and as usual, he couldn’t get the image of blood away from his eyes.
He hoped his whimpering hadn’t been too loud this time. It was embarrassing and he didn’t need his mother knowing he’d had the dream yet again. She worried enough already.
He lay in bed for a few moments and when he was certain she wasn’t going to come in and try to get him to talk about it, he crept quietly to the window and opened it. The cool air felt good and he just stood there, letting the wind dry him off.
Afterward, he climbed back in bed and stared at the ceiling. He wouldn’t be sleeping any more tonight.
He hoped his whimpering hadn’t been too loud this time. It was embarrassing and he didn’t need his mother knowing he’d had the dream yet again. She worried enough already.
He lay in bed for a few moments and when he was certain she wasn’t going to come in and try to get him to talk about it, he crept quietly to the window and opened it. The cool air felt good and he just stood there, letting the wind dry him off.
Afterward, he climbed back in bed and stared at the ceiling. He wouldn’t be sleeping any more tonight.
