My arm had gone numb, my neck had a crick that felt like I'd been hit by a truck in the night. But I woke up from a dreamless sleep, having had the most peaceful night I'd had in my whole life. She'd taken a monumental step, coming here and I felt an overwhelming sense of pride as I rolled onto my back, and looked up at the loops of fabric overhead. The little haven I'd constructed for us last night.
Last night.
I remembered falling asleep, pinkie fingers locked, as if in some sort of unspoken promise to one another.
I rolled over, but all I felt was the cold spot where she'd been laying the night before. Where her head had been, was a small note, folded. The neat cursive read:
Dom.
There used to be a greying tower, alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.....
