Post by Joss Hunter on May 27, 2006 17:53:51 GMT
Joss had never suffered from nightmares before, even as a kid. But when she started seeing dead colleagues when she closed his eyes, she knew that the situation was getting out of control.
She yawned again and wiped her hands across her face. Maybe if she went to bed now she'd be so tired that she'd sleep better. Walking into her bedroom, she pulled her t-shirt off over her head, unbuckled her jeans and let them fall to the floor. Then put on her silk pjs, a light creamy colour, strapless with long trousers. She switched the light out and lay on the bed, with her hands behind her head.
Lying there in the dark, she tried to make herself think of happy things – trying to influence the pattern of her dreams. She remembered the last time she'd gone home for thanksgiving, having dinner with her whole family. Thinking how Sam often came with her, her whole family loved Sa, sometimes she brought other friends but they always questioned to where Sam was. She always admired Sam, always wanted to be like him. And how handsome he looked, even when they were on the last leg of a triple class. And how he had never given her more than a smile or two. But she couldn't go to thanksgivings anymore. With her family gone she felt slightly empty inside now.
As her eyes grew heavy, Joss recalled how Sam had looked at her yesterday. He'd given her one of those rarely seen smiles over his shoulder as he'd walked away from her. He'd looked so nice....
She woke up from the middle of another nightmare. Sweating and shaking, all she wanted to do was get the images out of her head, but they kept replaying.
The dream had started out quite nice. She and Sam had gone for a picnic by the lake. It was a beautiful day and he'd been wearing a very casual jeans and shirt with a light blazer, but he always looekd nice. She'd left him for a moment to go and get some ice creams for the two of them, but when she'd returned, Sam had been lying there with stab wounds to his head and body, bleeding to death. In the dream, she'd dropped to her knees beside him, cradling hhis head, watching as his last breath left his body and he'd died in her arms.
Breathing heavily she lay with her eyes open, staring at the ceilling, trying to relax. Her dreams were usually worse then that, she didn't understand why she was having them. Turning she looked to the clock 7:28am, it was light outside and she would probably get up soon. She had lost so much sleep recently, always calapsing onto the bed but she never managed to sleep properly
She yawned again and wiped her hands across her face. Maybe if she went to bed now she'd be so tired that she'd sleep better. Walking into her bedroom, she pulled her t-shirt off over her head, unbuckled her jeans and let them fall to the floor. Then put on her silk pjs, a light creamy colour, strapless with long trousers. She switched the light out and lay on the bed, with her hands behind her head.
Lying there in the dark, she tried to make herself think of happy things – trying to influence the pattern of her dreams. She remembered the last time she'd gone home for thanksgiving, having dinner with her whole family. Thinking how Sam often came with her, her whole family loved Sa, sometimes she brought other friends but they always questioned to where Sam was. She always admired Sam, always wanted to be like him. And how handsome he looked, even when they were on the last leg of a triple class. And how he had never given her more than a smile or two. But she couldn't go to thanksgivings anymore. With her family gone she felt slightly empty inside now.
As her eyes grew heavy, Joss recalled how Sam had looked at her yesterday. He'd given her one of those rarely seen smiles over his shoulder as he'd walked away from her. He'd looked so nice....
She woke up from the middle of another nightmare. Sweating and shaking, all she wanted to do was get the images out of her head, but they kept replaying.
The dream had started out quite nice. She and Sam had gone for a picnic by the lake. It was a beautiful day and he'd been wearing a very casual jeans and shirt with a light blazer, but he always looekd nice. She'd left him for a moment to go and get some ice creams for the two of them, but when she'd returned, Sam had been lying there with stab wounds to his head and body, bleeding to death. In the dream, she'd dropped to her knees beside him, cradling hhis head, watching as his last breath left his body and he'd died in her arms.
Breathing heavily she lay with her eyes open, staring at the ceilling, trying to relax. Her dreams were usually worse then that, she didn't understand why she was having them. Turning she looked to the clock 7:28am, it was light outside and she would probably get up soon. She had lost so much sleep recently, always calapsing onto the bed but she never managed to sleep properly
