After I’d cleaned up, I went back into Catherine’s old bedroom and crawled back into the sheets with her. Gently, I shook her awake. “I had a nightmare.”
Bleary eyed, Cassie yawned and rolled over to look at me. “ ‘Bout what?”
I didn’t tell her. I just nuzzled up to her and wrapped my arms around her. She reciprocated. “Just hold me, please.”
Stomach cramps, again. It wasn’t quite noon, and I was still making trips to the toilet. I really must’ve done a number on myself that last night. Several extra rounds to the bathroom were still preferable to what I’d dreamt about.
I didn’t go back to sleep afterwards; just cuddled with Catherine (among other things) until hunger and stiff joints coaxed us out of bed.
