Rob Laird

Another nightmare tore Rob from his nap and he woke suddenly, panting for breath. Sweat was covering his face, probably tears too. He seemed to have a tendency of crying during the bad dreams, but he couldn't really remember them clearly by the time he was awake. Leila asked him about them, asked him if she could help, but he always drew a blank when he tried to explain them to her. It wasn't night, though. The clock told him it was around two pm and as he swallowed back some nausea lingering from the disrupted sleep, he looked over Leila who was napping on the bed beside him. He remembered, now. He hadn't been feeling well and didn't want lunch, so Leila suggested they lie down together on the bed and watch a movie. The end of The Goonies was playing silently on the flat screen TV they had mounted on the wall and Rob realised Leila must have turned the volume down when he fell asleep, and then dropped off herself.

( He leaned back against the pillow, turning his head to rest it against Leila's and tucking his hand around her waist... )


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