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She awoke to a darkened room, her senses screaming. Something was wrong, she knew it deep in her core. Fractions of a second later, an eternity in the warm comfort of the bed, he began screaming beside her. It was another night terror, an unconscious occurrence he held no control over. Like the living dead, he moved and screamed as if awake, but was still fast asleep. Reflexes kicked in as he screamed, covers thrown aside, arms flailed about.

This time it was different, it was worse somehow. He did not jump and run out of the bedroom, his usual response, but instead lay propped up on one elbow, frozen. His sleep glazed green eyes transfixed on a point in space far beyond the wall across the room.

She had not seen this reaction before, but it did not jostle her. Her previous experience was nonexistent before she met him, but what she had learned was to let him remain asleep while getting his attention. She called his name, twice this time. His gaze remained unfocused to reality, but the screaming stopped. It was replaced by moaning half sobs and his body began to tremble. Murmuring soothingly, she wrapped her small body around his and rocked him gently as if he were a child.

Usually he would be docile enough to lay back down beside her, dreamlessly asleep before she could rub her hand across his shoulders for comfort. But tonight was different. She sat and rocked him the best she could, his head rested on her chest, his arms grasped her as if she were his last hold on Earth, and still the hoarse cries and trembling remained.

She loved him, she did everything to make him happy, but this one thing she could not cure. It pained her deep into her soul to see him suffer, but she did all that she could. She rocked him, loved him, soothed him, until he calmed and once again fell into a dreamless sleep beside her.

Description
She awoke to a darkened room, her senses screaming. Something was wrong, she knew it deep in her core. Fractions of a second later, an eternity in the warm comfort of the bed, he began screaming beside her. It was another night terror, an unconscious occurrence he held no control over. Like the living dead, he moved and screamed as if awake, but was still fast asleep. Reflexes kicked in as he screamed, covers thrown aside, arms flailed about.

This time it was different, it was worse somehow. He did not jump and run out of the bedroom, his usual response, but instead lay propped up on one elbow, frozen. His sleep glazed green eyes transfixed on a point in space far beyond the wall across the room.

She had not seen this reaction before, but it did not jostle her. Her previous experience was nonexistent before she met him, but what she had learned was to let him remain asleep while getting his attention. She called his name, twice this time. His gaze remained unfocused to reality, but the screaming stopped. It was replaced by moaning half sobs and his body began to tremble. Murmuring soothingly, she wrapped her small body around his and rocked him gently as if he were a child.

Usually he would be docile enough to lay back down beside her, dreamlessly asleep before she could rub her hand across his shoulders for comfort. But tonight was different. She sat and rocked him the best she could, his head rested on her chest, his arms grasped her as if she were his last hold on Earth, and still the hoarse cries and trembling remained.

She loved him, she did everything to make him happy, but this one thing she could not cure. It pained her deep into her soul to see him suffer, but she did all that she could. She rocked him, loved him, soothed him, until he calmed and once again fell into a dreamless sleep beside her.