Nightmares and Dreams Journal

I could feel no earth below me.
I felt as though my very being was encased in blackness.
In fact, the only sign that way to my still living, was that nagging pain that rested - dead, in the pit of my stomach.
They raised bumps on my skin, and my lip trembled. I opened my mouth to make a sound - anything that would break the silence that smothered me.
Just as suddenly as I had the 'coldness' had come, it's enemy - warmth had come, too. The warmth spread from my shoulder, down my arm, and to my finger tips. I had scarcely realized that the warmth had come from human contact - a hand. Every part of me told me that I should try and fight this person's grasp, but that warmth continued to spread as the fingers curled gently down my arm. I felt safe.

The moment our eyes met, a felt a tingent of both joy and surprised in the pit of my stomach, which could only last so long, as seconds later, the pain devoured it. I began to speak his name but it was interupted as a small hush escaped from his lips. I stared at him, strugging my own lips up into a smile, as beads of sweat dewed my forehead. A loving look - a concerned look - the one I remember, brushed across him face. "You're sick?!"
he cried, but somehow his was so calm, so warm to me. "Y-yes" I spat out "I think- I don't feel like myself"
"I should go, then" he murmured, closer to me now - dissapointment tainted his words. "N-" I began to utter, but the sound was hushed as he kissed my
sweat-dewed brow.

I awoke. Trembling, and sore. I lifted my hand and painted a smile across my face, murmuring into my own darkness, "I love you"