This was the third night in a row she had to rouse him from his sleep. He was whimpering as he tossed and turned. It sounded like he was in pain. Like the nights before, he woke up in a cold sweat, cheeks wet from tears.
She opened her arms to him, not saying a word. He laid against her chest, putting an arm around her waist to pull her as close as possible. He couldn’t have her close enough when he felt this way. She rubbed his arm and laced the other hand in his hair in an effort to soothe him.
“Do you want to tell me?” She spoke softly. She felt him shake his head and let the silence take over once more as she ran her fingers softly up and down his arm, “You’re going to have to talk about it at some point. It doesn’t have to be to me. You just have to talk about it,”
“I know,” he sniffled, “just not tonight. Tonight, this is enough,”
“I love you, Jimmy. You’re safe with me,” she whispered into his hair and he held her tighter.
cuddling/comforting Jim after he has a nightmare about his family?
Published
Toad's Cave 