Gomez felt the bed shake violently beneath him as Morticia sat upright. "Tish?" he asked warily, her outline illuminated by the moonlight seeping through the window. When she didn't answer, he cautiously placed a hand on her shoulder and repeated, "Tish?"
Morticia flinched at his touch, but after a moment she replied "Gomez,"
"What troubles you at this hour?" her husband asked as placed a kiss on her shoulder.
"It was only a dream. A nightmare, really,"
Gomez smiled. "A nightmare, how wonderful!" he exclaimed. "What was it about? Sickness? Death?"
"Even worse," Morticia sighed, "I dreamt our family was normal,"
Gomez involuntarily shuddered. It had only been a few weeks ago that their son Pubert had temporarily suffered such a condition. "How dreadful," he said. "Tell me what happened,"
"It was awful," Morticia said. "The children had lighter hair, we had a white house with a picket fence, and the sun was shining.
"I was getting Wednesday and Pugsley ready for school," Morticia continued, "When suddenly Wednesday turned to me and asked if you were going to be home that night to help her with math homework. I told her that you had to work late, but in that horrible dream-world I knew this was a lie, and that your absence was due to…seeing someone else at work,"
Gomez took Morticia's hands in his and kissed them gently. "Cara mia," he said softly, "You're the only one for me,"
"And I am yours alone," Morticia said, nuzzling into his chest as they laid back down. "Normalcy is a terrible condition," she admitted, "But it pales in comparison to not having you by my side,"
"I will always be here with you," Gomez promised, "And our family. We are Addamses, and Addamses we will always be,"