Grady rolled over and stretched out his arm across the bed. He felt the back of his hand sink into the down pillow. His hand felt the cold sheets down the empty side of the bed. He opened his eyes and glanced at the reddish blur. The room was still dark except for the alarm clock’s LED display. 12:43 am. Sigh. It was the same, still. A month had gone by and still, even if for a moment, he half-expected to reach out and feel that familiar lump underneath the covers. But he was alone. And missing that familiar lump.
He rolled over onto his back and stared at the ceiling. The room was just too quiet. This round of insomnia was killing him. Just the faint sound of the air conditioning vent down the hallway, but even that wasn’t enough to lull him back to sleep. Somehow the comforter had ended up on the floor, probably from another night of tossing and turning and kicking. Damn. It can stay there, he thought.
But after a minute of judging his body’s internal gauge, he decided to get up and visit the bathroom. Without flicking on the light, he grabbed the wash cloth on the counter and soaked it in cold water then gave his face a quick pat. Jesus, this has to stop, he thought. He stood there looking at his reflection in the mirror. What had made him wake up this time? Was it another dream? There was a physical uneasiness, an anxiety inside of him that was building. A phantom feeling of an emotion that had caused him to stir. It must have been another dream. Looking down at his hand which had been slightly trembling, a pretty bad one it seemed.
He fell back into bed, closed his eyes and waited for the room to go silent again. Maybe it would allow the memories of his dream to return. Lately it had been a cloud, a mass of daily routines and familiar faces.
His eyes began to shift underneath his eyelids. He could feel the tiredness take over and morph into a lucid state. Yes, sleep was coming. His head sank back into the pillow as he slowly closed his eyes. There was a familiar aroma of jasmine coming from somewhere. It must have traveled between breezes. He loved the sound of the wind in the palms. It was only a few seconds until the blackness began to enfold his body and the dream began to start again…