I woke up once in the night, shaking and sweating. I didn't remember the dream, but the panic and fear stayed with me. The urge to go climb into Derek's bed was strong. But doing that would be inviting something I wasn't sure I was ready for. Instead, I turned on the lamp and read for an hour or two. Eventually I calmed down, turned out the light, and went back to sleep.
The next time I woke up, it was light out. First item on my new shopping list: curtains. Other items soon followed. Computer, cell phone, car -- why did everything I need start with c? Amused with my silly list, I decided to go have some coffee. I could hear something clicking softly in the basement and realized it must be someone working out. Derek, maybe? Or had the pack showed up again?
There was a fresh pot of coffee
