You feel the bed shift again as Richard peels himself away from you. You yawn, reaching out for him as you hear him pouring himself a drink. It's the middle of the night, And this is far from the first, or the last time.

Your husband has been having nightmares for as long as you've known him. It's part of the job, he says. You hear him take a sip, a soft sigh escaping him before he's silent once more. "Go back to sleep, Baby." He mutters, as he knew you'd be awake.