70-Nightmare
Still shaking, Daphne put on her robe and went into the living room.
"Hey, what are you doing up?" Martin asked, lowering the volume of the television.
Daphne wiped tears from her eyes. "I had a horrible nightmare."
"Well, what was it about?"
She sat down beside him and wrung her hands together. "It was horrible. Every man I'd ever dated was standing before me, telling me that no one will ever love me."
When she began to cry, Martin squeezed her hand. "It was just a bad dream, Daphne. I promise, someone out there loves you. Someone very special."