Awake in the middle of the night. Steady breathing at her back. He was asleep. She envied him, being able to sleep so easily every night. She would fall asleep for minutes, moments at a time, but always she would wake up again, her heart beating against her ribcage, reminding her where she was, who she was with.
She opened her eyes and looked out the window. It was so noisy tonight; how could anyone sleep in a storm like this? She had woken up when it first started, falling intermittently, and as she had lain awake listening it had become rhythmic and now beat down with near ferocity.
She'd been dreaming; another dream reminding her of reality. Yes, it was almost over now, wasn't it? Too late, too soon.
"It's raining..."