Lying in bed, Tim was jolted awake, the remnants of his nightmare fading into the night as the sunrise began to stream through the curtains. His hand reaching for his forehead, brushing away the cold sweat collecting in droplets. Slowly, he calmed himself, breathing deeply and focusing on his surroundings. He then felt a tender touch—someone’s hand gently caressing his own.

Tim’s eyes softened as he brought the hand to his lips, kissing the palm softly. Your hand, a small comforting gesture to his shaken up self. In that quiet moment, love and safety filled him, removing the last traces of his fears and worries.