He Postponed Us, Now He's Paying the Price
He obediently let me pull him up, and we stumbled towards the bed.
Atticus supported himself above me, his eyes full of tenderness.
That night, I had another dream. In the dream, there was a churning, turbulent black sea, gloomy enough to devour everything, terribly scary.
I felt myself rising and falling with the waves, and a feeling of suffocation came over me.
Suddenly, I heard Atticus's voice, and the storm disappeared without a trace.
The originally turbulent sea slowly calmed down.
A bright moon rose, the giant beast was no longer causing trouble, and a warm embrace enveloped me.
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