It was the dream about losing her through no fault of my own but because of her own accord. She always thinks she is completely untouchable, and in this nightmare, that mentality got her killed in the quickest way possible: a slit to the throat. Every single time I wake up, I cry harder than I have the time before. She is right: I am a crybaby.
Every time he woke up in a cold sweat, his wife reached for a clean washcloth that she placed on her nightstand and wiped the perspiration off his forehead. She would kiss his forehead and force him to collapse into her arms as she ran her fingers through his hair.
They had an unspoken promise that they saw each other in their weakest moments and kept it between them. They kept it a secret never to see the world outside their bedroom. It was for that reason, and many others, that he would have that vivid dream again
But it was also why he would wake up with her by his side.