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Day 27
It felt natural, them all being under the same roof. The type of natural that almost made her forget that there were moments when they were apart. Almost.
Because the dreams still came.
Dreams of an exploding bridge.
Dreams of Judith being taken.
Dreams of the silent pop punctuating Carl's sacrifice.
Dreams of coming back to her camp and finding a changed Mike and Terry, but no Andre.
Dreams of walkie talkie static.
Dreams of burning clouds.
Dreams of Nat.
The dreams weren't as frequent as before, but they still slipped into her mind in short bursts.
Before when she'd have these dreams—these nightmares—she'd wake up to a pillow soaked with tears.
But now—now—when she woke up, she rolled over into Rick's arms.
And slowly, but surely, the nightmares started to fade.
Because it was natural for him to wrap around her and bring her closer.
It was natural to tell him about what she saw when she closed her eyes.
It was natural to dig deeper into the mattress and the cocoon they'd create each night.
It was natural to giggle into the covers as he reminded her to be quiet.
It was natural to urge him to do the same.
It was natural to see him, to hold him, to be with him.
It was the most natural thing in the world.