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Sometimes I think about what exactly it is that would make the nightmares go away. It isn't drugs, because so far, they're not even coming close to stopping them. It isn't being hidden - we've been hiding for months, and they keep getting worse.

No, I know what would make them go away.

I can picture it in my mind. The two of us, me on my belly, head turned to one side. Our arms outstretched, yours above mine, our fingers entwined. Your chest and belly resting on my back, your legs holding mine closed and you inside me. Your breath soft on my cheek as we both drift off to sleep.

I'd be willing to bet there would be no nightmares then.