For as long as you can remember, you've had nightmares.

Some just make your sleep restless, making you move and mumble, some make you scream in your sleep, and some make you wake up in a cold sweat.

Just like now. You opened your eyes abruptly, looking around and wheezing, as your voice was lost after such a long and intense fear. There was no way you could have woken up before this, so you felt all the delights of a nightmare. Finally, finding Edward with your eyes, you, of course, felt a little better, but it did not stop the loud and rapid breathing along with the trembling.

And, of course, Nigma wasn't sleeping. For about five minutes, to be more precise. He tried to wake you from a nightmare, sleepily tugging at your shoulder, then trying to take your hand, holding you and hoping that it would calm you down. And now he was just lying there silently, his eyes closed and internally just praying that you would finally calm down and let him enjoy the rest of his sleep. But, of course, that didn't happen. So with a heavy sigh he finally flattened his eyes into the darkness, felt for his glasses on the bedside table with one hand and put them on, adjusting them and checking the time. Four hours, twenty-two minutes. Too early to be fully awake, especially considering it was late fall. As you struggled to breathe, Edward, after squeezing a little more, finally muttered, “Oh my God, darlin`, you’re a grown, are you-” and cut himself off, finally turning to your tearful expression. He always tried to be at least a little softer around you. With another dramatic sigh, Edward turned around, then reached across you and turned on your night light, watching for a few more seconds as your face lit up with a faint minty hue, your fear lines smoothing out slightly. “Is that better? Now would you be so kind as to give me at least another hour of restful sleep?”