Nimeway slipped into the warm bed. She had snuck out earlier in the night, sneaking off for a simple ride to Starmere Lake. She pulled the soft blanket over herself, feeling Rossethor reach out and pull her close to him in the darkness of the night. Nime was careful to not awake him; instead, she smiled to herself, curling up beside him and closing her eyes, relishing in the warmth of his presence. It wasn’t long before she slipped into sleep again, though her smile faded immediately as she opened her eyes in the visions of her night.
The room had disappeared, the area around her was bleak and empty. Nimeway looked around, her eyes catching a figure in the distance, fallen on the ground and lifeless. Her eyes widened, yet she refused to willingly walk up to the figure. Not this time. Instead, she fell to her knees and began to weep.
Even though she could not see the face, she knew who it was on the ground. She knew it was her greatest fear. But for whatever reason, Nime could not stop her legs from standing up and walking to the lifeless figure. She squeezed her eyes closed, but she could see through the lids as if they were not there. She tried to look away, but it was as if her neck could not turn.
Nime could not escape the dreaded lifeless face, she was forced to look down. And when she did, when her eyes met the empty eyes of the man on the ground, she awoke with a cry. The field was gone, and she was in the comforting darkness of her own home. Nime laid back again, letting out a shaky sigh. She rolled over to face Ross, who was still asleep. His face was tranquil and calm, unlike Nime’s own face when she slept.
‘I am fine’ she lied to herself, staring at Ross for a moment.
For some reason, Nime thought if she told herself she was fine, it would become true. And it is becoming true to some extent, but she still cannot rid herself of the nightmares each night. Nime tried to fall asleep, but she found herself just staring into her husband’s face. The only thing that didn’t change from the nightmare was the man who rested beside her. He was still there, the only difference is he was still alive. He was her own husband.
'You learned to run from what you feel, and that's why you have nightmares. To deny is to invite madness. To accept is to control.'
