A/N: A drabble, which came in my mind while I tried to think about something else than the cosy temperatures today. Inspired by agncatz's "Untitled Andith" posted today at Tumblr.
The Worst Nightmare
Edith woke up with a gasp. For a short moment she didn't know where she was. All she was able to think of was the dream she just awoke from.
She felt cold. It hasn't been a dream only, but a nightmare. Her body shivered. Her head swam.
"What is it, my darling?" Anthony asked.
Edith turned around and smiled at her husband. "Nothing, dear, a silly dream."
"It must have been bad." He reached for her hand.
She nodded. "The worst nightmare. I dreamed you jilted me at the altar…"
"Terribly indeed, but unlikely," he answered and kissed her.