Liam
Samantha is being more distant with each nightmare. Every night, she wakes up screaming and trashing, and when I pull her into my arms and ask her what the nightmare is about, she tells me the same story every time; that I am lying in the pool of my blood, bleeding to death.
I think the incident at the club had more effect on her than I imagined. She works harder than before; like literally spends the night at the club. The few times that I didn’t have much workload, I had to drag her out of that bar and forced her home.
The few times that I forced her to go home and get some sleep, I usually find the bed empty and when I search around for her, I usually find her in the kitchen having ice cream.
This night wasn’t an exception. Walking into the kitchen, I leaned on the doorway and
