Maria P.O.V.
It was late. It was almost 2 a.m. and I hadn't slept a wink. I finished the meditation at midnight, took a shower, repeated a few things for tomorrow's lessons and had been pacing restlessly in bed for an hour. Yesterday I had a nightmare about my mate. I couldn't find him. I was afraid for him. I tried to stop thinking about it, but the anxiety caused by last night's dream wouldn't go away. I hadn't seen Tom since this morning. He wasn't looking for me like I told him. I was a little disappointed. I was hoping he'd come. I'd grumble that he didn't listen to me, but in reality I'd be happy, "Childish Maria" I reproved myself in my mind and got out of bed. "I can't sleep without checking on him".
I went out into the hallway and headed towards his room. It was dark, and I didn
