Naima woke from her husband tossing and turning in the bed next to her. He was repeating a word, or a name, in his sleep. She didn't recognize it, it sounded foreign.
"Ray…" she turned the lights on and sat up, "Ray, wake up…"
He didn't notice her, and kept on twisting and repeating that word or name.
"Ray." She repeated his name a little louder this time around. "Ray, you're dreaming."
All of the sudden he sat up straight, chest heaving.
"Just a bad dream…" she assured when his eyes found hers.
He sighed and let himself fall back against his pillow
"You're safe…" she promised and let her hand touch against his upper arm.
"Bad memory…" he corrected, "Was running a bit of the highlight reel…"
"Oh…" she frowned, "Want to talk about it?"
He shook his head, and looked over at her hand against his arm, "Can't really do that."
She nodded a little.
"It was the one with Peter Reeves."
"-Oh…" she frowned as she laid back down herself, one hand toying with his hair, the other one resting on his stomach.
He nodded before he rolled over and hugged her, she wrapped her arms around him in return. They stayed like that, Naima tried to ignore the wet feeling near her shoulder, and the wet hiccups of crying which came from her husband every now and then. She let one hand trace up and down his back until his breath evened out, and she believed he had fallen back to sleep.