Part Twenty-Six
A Time to Love
Edmund looked up at the dark ceiling, waiting for the room to come into focus. He felt incredibly warm, and threw the covers off at once. As the darkness around him began to lighten into various shades of grey, he rose from his bed and went at once to open the window.
He breathed in the familiar air, which calmed him though it was not as sweet as the Narnian air he missed so dearly. The dreams of his beloved country are what had caused him to wake in the middle of the night, again. These dreams, though not nightmares by any stretch of the imagination, still often left Edmund unable to sleep for several hours after he woke.
Oh, how he longed for Narnia, and even more so, for Aslan. Edmund knew Aslan was present in England, in this land of the mundane, but it could be so hard to remember it sometimes.
Edmund caught his breath, feeling his longing for his home manifest physically across his body, every part of him aching. His love and longing hurt, but, Edmund decided, it was a better pain than the torture of forgetting.