The warm sea breeze blew in at the open window for only a moment, but she stirred nonetheless, and in her sleep she felt as though icicles had traced the length of her spine. Reality shifted to dream form, and the landscape she saw was of an icy black lake just beyond where she stood, and the icicles she had felt tracing her spine were growing out of the ice lake toward where she stood on the black shore before her very eyes - she trembled uncontrollably as fear slowly crept over her...
In the blackest of night, in the darkest of corners stood the shadow.
Watching.
How perfect her form in sleep - would be, if he weren't here.
He knew as he watched her restless movements that he was responsible for her discomfort, that by his mere presence, invisible as he was, the dream she was enduring was projected by him. Motionless he stood, watching her nightmare unfold, watching her unconscious reactions to it. Riveted by her writhing form, he knew she was experiencing a misery that she was not deserving of, and that only he could end it. But he could not bring himself to depart her presence, he felt as though this woman whom he had never met before, who called to him in his mind from many miles away was linked to him some way, and how he had found her, how he had been drawn to her was by some magnetic force stronger than any other magnetic force he'd felt before. But, if he were to make himself known to her, he would have to do it some other time, and during daylight hours, for if she spent to much time with him after the sun went down, then she would have a night filled with dreams of the worst scenarios. He didn't have to be present in order for the nightmares to occur. One just had to spend time in his presence before sleep to endure...
Understanding this, knowing how dangerous he could be to this beautiful soul suffering before him now, he didn't know how it was possible that he could be a part of her life, or she a part of his, without him causing tremendous damage to her psyche, which he eventually would do. A relationship was not bound by daylight hours, and he was confounded because there stood no doubt in his soul or in his mind that this woman belonged with him...
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