George hoped that Angelina wouldn’t have a nightmare tonight. The reasonable part of his mind told him that it wouldn’t be his fault if she did, he couldn’t control peoples dreams but the unreasonable part told him that he was responsible if she did, and for that he felt guilty. He’d said that he’d bring some along or send some and he’d completely forgotten.
“I can stay if you want…” George was hesitant. He was still having nightmares every night, and often woke up screaming in the middle of the night and he was worried about waking Angelina up and frightening her. He couldn’t refuse though. She looked almost helpless and vulnerable, and it was strange seeing her like this. Angelina had always seemed strong and able to cope with whatever life had thrown at her. He’d never seen her, or had to, in any other way until recently. However, it may do them both a lot of good. George didn’t want to admit that he was terribly lonely. For twenty years he’d never been alone, always had someone with him and never really had a moment to himself. Now he was alone, and didn’t know what to do.