Sometimes I wake up in the dark, and I've had a bad dream, and he's there to hold me and reassure me. When I first left home I used to sleepwalk, and scare my flatmates by appearing by their bedsides muttering something unintelligible. They got a window lock because I used to try to climb out of the window, still asleep.

It's wonderful to have someone to calm me in the depths of the night.

"Shopping List" A short hyperfiction
©2002 Helen Whitehead
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