1I nervously paced around the room. Something was very wrong. It was like eyes boring into my soul from afar. Every muscle in my body begged for rest, but I could not grant them what they needed. At least not till she arrived.
After what seemed like forever, I heard the door creak open. Inside stepped Bree. I cared strongly about my Bree, and I was sure she felt equal about me.
I could wait no longer. As soon as she lowered herself into the bed, I collapsed into her arms, clutching at the cotton of her sweater. My entire body trembled as she gazed worriedly into my glossy eyes. I took a painful breath, inhaling Bree's scent. It was a perfect, intoxicating fragrance of flowers and alcohol. My consciousness waned and I struggled keep my eyes opened. I didn't want to fall asleep, for fear that nightmares would come to plague my mind again.
"Linky, please. Fall asleep."
"No, no sleep!" I cried out, little by little flying into fevered panic. I did not want to let myself succumb.
"The nightmares, Bree...It was so black..."
She gazed at me with widened eyes. Those eyes, her expression would haunt me for days. Despite my fever induced delirium, I could tell that there was recognition in those eyes. I was sure that she too, had faced the same dreams as me.
"Don't...go.", I whispered to Bree.
She placed her delicate hands at my sides, in attempt to comfort me. Yet it wasn't enough. I threw my arm around her waist in desperate need for comfort. One of her arms sprawled over my shoulder, and the other between our bodies, fingers interlocking with mine.
I slowly sank beneath the waves of slumber.
Later, I awoke to find that Bree hadn't moved. Both of us had stayed in the same position all night long. A sparkle of sleep in her eye told me that she had dreamt as well.
Actual dreams. No flesh, no blood, and no fear. Not a single nightmare had overtaken me that night. Almost as if Bree had protected me.
And they never would, as I had my goddess, my queen.
My maternal little Bree.