Post by FicWriter on Feb 19, 2009 4:26:01 GMT 10
In Dreams
( a ficlet written for the community artistic License on Live Journal.)
by JD
Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives. --William Dement
"Tata...make them stop!" Jasna's scream tore him from sleep's arms and thrust him abruptly into consciousness, forcing him upright as he searched first for his young daughter and then the source of her cries, before he went to her.
"What is it baby?" He'd no sooner left the warmth of the blankets and gathered her into his arms then an explosion outside provided the answer for him.
"Make them stop!" Her plea was muffled as she grabbed hold of his shirt and buried her face in his chest.
"Shhh, Jasna, shhh." Laying a kiss on the top of her hair he tried to soothe her, first with quiet whispers, then by rubbing her back as he held her on his lap and rocked her.
"Luka..." Another voice came louder...muffling even the sound of the explosions as she called his name.
"Danijela?" Her name came instantly to his lips even as the remnants of the dream slipped away and he too late realized his mistake.
"It was just a dream, Luka." Her fingers brushed through his hair as she spoke and even as he rolled over to face her he found himself dreading the look he might find on her face.
"I'm sorry." The apology came automatically before he raised a hand to touch her face.
"You don't have to apologize." Sure that he was now fully awake, Abby lay back down beside him. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"I don't think so." He rubbed his eyes, then moved closer to her so he could rest his head on her breast.
"Luka...I don't mind, if you need to talk about it." Even as she asked Abby wasn't sure she wanted to know what haunted her husband's sleep. While they were making progress on talking about his past she had no doubt there was much more that he hadn't shared with her. Maybe she should trust him and let it be, when he was ready to tell her about the dreams he would, or at least she hoped he would, but not today. Before he could say anything she lay a finger to his lips and shook her head.
"Go back to sleep, Luka." She released him from further conversation as she combed her fingers through his hair. "Shh, go back to sleep..."
The End
( a ficlet written for the community artistic License on Live Journal.)
by JD
Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives. --William Dement
"Tata...make them stop!" Jasna's scream tore him from sleep's arms and thrust him abruptly into consciousness, forcing him upright as he searched first for his young daughter and then the source of her cries, before he went to her.
"What is it baby?" He'd no sooner left the warmth of the blankets and gathered her into his arms then an explosion outside provided the answer for him.
"Make them stop!" Her plea was muffled as she grabbed hold of his shirt and buried her face in his chest.
"Shhh, Jasna, shhh." Laying a kiss on the top of her hair he tried to soothe her, first with quiet whispers, then by rubbing her back as he held her on his lap and rocked her.
"Luka..." Another voice came louder...muffling even the sound of the explosions as she called his name.
"Danijela?" Her name came instantly to his lips even as the remnants of the dream slipped away and he too late realized his mistake.
"It was just a dream, Luka." Her fingers brushed through his hair as she spoke and even as he rolled over to face her he found himself dreading the look he might find on her face.
"I'm sorry." The apology came automatically before he raised a hand to touch her face.
"You don't have to apologize." Sure that he was now fully awake, Abby lay back down beside him. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"I don't think so." He rubbed his eyes, then moved closer to her so he could rest his head on her breast.
"Luka...I don't mind, if you need to talk about it." Even as she asked Abby wasn't sure she wanted to know what haunted her husband's sleep. While they were making progress on talking about his past she had no doubt there was much more that he hadn't shared with her. Maybe she should trust him and let it be, when he was ready to tell her about the dreams he would, or at least she hoped he would, but not today. Before he could say anything she lay a finger to his lips and shook her head.
"Go back to sleep, Luka." She released him from further conversation as she combed her fingers through his hair. "Shh, go back to sleep..."
The End
