A note: I'm not sure where this came from, seeing how I had no intention to add to this little story. But I was sitting in class yesterday, and this came to me. Its unbetad, and probably not very good, but here it is.
It was three in the morning when Mary Anne gave up on sleep, tired of tossing, turning, and throwing pitiful glances at the bedroom door. Slipping on her silk robe, she wandered around their apartment.
She didn't sleep well without him anymore. The dreams were becoming more frequent, and she knew that soon, not even the warm, comforting presence of Kevin would be able to keep them away. She's tried to tell him a million times, but he doesn't hear what she's saying. He just gives her a kiss and a soft, warm, "I love you" before heading out the door.
Left alone, she managed to fill her days with meaningless things that made the time go by. What plagues her are the nights, the darkness that falls in the evenings. It creeps up and sits on the edge of her vision, lurking but never saying a word, at the moment content with sending a warning with its presence.
Shivering, Mary Anne shook her head clear of her thoughts and focused her attention on the door, waiting for the sound of his footsteps, and the comfort he can still bring.