I began to laugh. Even if it wasn't
intentional, my brother always knew how to cheer me
Sighing, I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I
yawned. I hadn't had a nightmare this bad in a while. 'Well,
it's over now.' I thought to myself.
I checked the small analog clock on the
headboard. It was a little past 3, and it was still dark
outside. I sighed again.
'Why does he always have to work so late?' I
wondered, though I knew the answer.
Just then, the door slammed open. Orion
limped into the room, obviously dead tired.
He shouted, "Sara! Are you alright?" before
tripping and falling onto the hardwood floor. "Dammit." he
muttered, followed by a string of more curses.
I couldn't help giggling.
"Hey!" he shouted. "It's not funny! That
scream scared the living daylights out of me! I slammed my knee
on the table." he muttered.
"Oh, you're such a baby, Orion." I
"You're cheeky for - hey what time is
"3 in the morning." he finished off his
sentence, groaning. "What was that scream,
"I... Had a nightmare." His face displayed
his concern. Before he could say anything, I added, "But I'm
fine now, really. It just gave me a scare."
He nodded slowly, but I could tell he still
wasn't convinced. He walked into the bathroom and began to
getready for bed. As I heard
him rummaging about, I thought back to the dream,
'No, Sarabeth.' I reprimanded myself in my
head, 'You know it's best to forget these things quickly. Don't
think about it.'
I laid back down and tried to go back to
sleep. Before long, I felt Orion get into the bed after
"Are you sure you're fine?" he asked in an
"Yeah, I'm okay." I
answered, softly. "It's just creepy how I can still remember
their voices after this long..."
He stiffened beside me. "You didn't say you
dreamt about them."
I didn't say anything for a little while.
Eventually, I replied, "I'm sorry. It's just... It was a
I didn't realize I was crying until he put
his arm around me and said, "It's okay, Sara. We're far away
from them. They won't... theycan'thurt you
After a little bit, I said, "I'm
"Why are you apologizing?" he asked.
"There's nothing for you to be sorry about."
We lay like that for a few minutes as I
regained my composure. Eventually, he said, "We need another
Maybe I should ask Earl
to let me work a little longer on Sundays? Or I could talk to
the bar manager and -"
"NO." I almost yelled. "You're doing to much
already. I'll talk to Mr. Ovelsby. He did say he needs someone
to work a longer shift on Tuesdays and
"Really?" he asked softly.
"Yes. You work too much." I
"Well, until then, I could sleep on the
"It's okay. I'm fine, and besides, you need
the bed more than I do."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." As much as it pained me to admit it,
he helped make the nightmares go away. He was like a nice,
paternal figure in my life.
"G'night." came his sleepy