Damon’s sleep was so restless that Stephanie went to the guest room in the middle of the night so she could get some rest. He twisted and turned, his dreams full of visions of Lisa. She chased after him, her hands outstretched asking for help. When he awoke the next morning, his head ached behind the eyes and exhaustion wrapped itself around his limbs.
“Rough night?” Stephanie padded into the room in an oversized yellow T-shirt, her brown hair tussled from sleep.
Damon sat at the kitchen table with his head in his hands. “Sorry if I kept you up.” His head was pounding so hard that he considered going back to bed, but he couldn’t. He was meeting with a client in an hour who wanted to commission a large piece.
Stephanie got an apple out of the refrigerator and took a bite. “You must’ve been having some pretty intense dreams. I woke you up twice, but when you went back to sleep it seemed like you picked up where you left off.”
Damon groaned. “I feel like I haven’t slept at all.”
“That’s no surprise. You were moving around so much you might as well been doing jumping jacks all night. I hope some of those dreams are worth painting.” [Read more…]