Continuing on

And I've written more. Granted, this was a couple of weeks ago, but I figure I'll keep what I've written blocked off in chunks of when I wrote them. I think my style and tone change around depending on my mood and what I think is going on.
She's up again. Pacing, always pacing. She'll try to blame it on the coffee, I know, but that was hours ago. The only reason she could possibly be up is the nightmares. It's just one of those nights. She won't talk if I ask and she'll only clam up if I try to press the issue. I don't know what to do for her. I wish there was some way for me to help, to ease things. But if she won't tell, I have no way of knowing.

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It's the same shit again tonight. Fall asleep, drift away into the land of Nod only to find it lit with a fire instead of sunshine. The pain flares and scorches and I wake up. I need to get out, but I'll wake Henry if I do. So it's just back and forth. Looking out at the stars.
It's late now. Time for more sleep. Hopefully, my dreams won't burn anymore. Henry's arms around me are just what I need. I couldn't wish for a better man. Even in his sleep, he knows exactly what I need.