You know that place where you may be dreaming or it may really be happening but even you are not sure if you are awake or asleep? That is where she was. The feeling of being watched was not going away. It was like when you need to pee but don't want to get up. She thought someone was there but she did not want to disturb her own sleep by looking, waking up. Finally, when she couldn't shake the feeling or fall deep back into her sleep, she opened her eyes.
There he sat, at the end of her bed, cleaning his gun. Her first reaction was to reach over and check on her son. He was there, he was asleep. She was suddenly very aware of her every movement. She took a breath, gathering her thoughts. Not only was he cleaning his,gun at the end of her bed, but he was watching her sleep. He had broken into her room - she always locked her door when they went to bed.
All she could think of to say was "Is everything OK"? He looked up from his gun - the look was so calm, yet stern. What was he thinking? Her heart was beating so fast. She was to aware of her heart beat. It was keeping her from being able to formulate a thought, keeping her from speaking. He never answered her. He finished cleaning his gun, put it back together, got up and left the room. Before he closed her bedroom door he turned around, looked into her eyes and said "Good Night".
What did he mean by that? The look in his eyes was so calm, scary calm. Did he no longer agree to their separation? Was he going to hurt her again? Was he warning her? It was time to make a bigger move. She knew it.
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