DISCLAIMER: Silence of the Lambs belongs to Thomas Harris.
~ Still Screaming ~
It never went away.
Tonight she had the old nightmare again. She woke up, still hearing screams…
Blinking to clear the sleep-heaviness from her eyes, she struggled to focus. Yes, there really were screams out here in the waking world. The slightly muffled sound of them drifted through the bedroom door, accompanied by a soothing male voice crooning to the fussy infant: "Hush. Hush, now, before you wake your mother."
She smiled as she slipped from the bed and made her way to the nursery across the hall.
"Hey," she said softly, laying her hand on his shoulder.
"Did the crying wake you?" he asked without turning to look at her.
"Naw," she answered. "I couldn't sleep anyway."
"Ah…" he said thoughtfully, seeming to understand what she meant just from that simple pronouncement. "And how are the lambs?"
"Still screaming."
~end~
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