You and him were sleeping in the same bed, an often occurrence when you both learn he slept better and without nightmares when you were near.

He’d gone a long time without the nightmares of his time in prison when Barkov captured him, his sister and the others who tried to resist the Russian leadership in Urzikstan.

Tonight, however, you could feel the tossing and turning from beside you. You knew it wouldn’t be long until another nightmare arose, and you were right.