#09 | Nightmare
Gillian bolted upright in bed, shrieking. David was instantly awake, wrapping his warm, strong arms around her, comforting her. He pulled her into his lap and gently rocked her back and forth, stroking her hand with one hand, while his other was wrapped securely around her waist.
"Shh, shh," he crooned. "It's all right. I'm right here. You're safe." He comforted in the darkened room.
Gillian's breath came out in gasps as she sobbed, and she was shaking like a leaf.
"They're getting worse," she whispered through her sobs, her voice shaking just as much as she was.
"The nightmares?" David asked.
"No, one nightmare." Gillian answered in a suddenly steady voice. Ominous. Foreboding.
David stopped his rocking and looked down at her. She gazed back up at him with watery eyes and murmured, "You're death."
Thank you for everything,
TheBrightestNight
