Disturbed Sleep
Jul. 2nd, 2011 06:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
damigellaSummary: OMC/OFC chat over breakfast about OMC's new nighttime job. A double drabble inspired by Sekret woid #4: Nightmares.
Warning: sad.
Rating: PG-13, I think. Suggestions welcome.
Word count: 200.
Disclaimer: as usual.
"Welcome home.”
“Morning, awake already?” He kissed his wife.
“I never sleep well without you. How was it?"
"Great. Look." He sat down, poured himself coffee.
"Two hundred dollars? What did you do last night?" There was concern on Dolores' face.
"As always. I slept in his bed. He never touches me, just looks at my face by the streetlights - he sleeps very little, I think. He offered to pay double today because he woke me up. Nightmares."
"Are you sure that's all? We can certainly use the money but… it seems so weird."
Charles caressed her belly, trying to feel a kick. "It is. Never thought a hospital janitor could earn money so easily."
"What if he runs mad and hurts you?"
"He couldn't, I'm more fit than he is. Taller too. Plus, he's a respected doctor and I trust him."
Dolores sighed. "So you'll keep going?"
"Once a week, possibly twice."
Her fingers traced the lines of his jaw. "I still wish you could shave."
"The scruff is necessary, I must look like the photo on his bedside table."
He paused, recollecting. "Weird dream. He screamed something about a house. When I woke him up he was crying."
Warning: sad.
Rating: PG-13, I think. Suggestions welcome.
Word count: 200.
Disclaimer: as usual.
"Welcome home.”
“Morning, awake already?” He kissed his wife.
“I never sleep well without you. How was it?"
"Great. Look." He sat down, poured himself coffee.
"Two hundred dollars? What did you do last night?" There was concern on Dolores' face.
"As always. I slept in his bed. He never touches me, just looks at my face by the streetlights - he sleeps very little, I think. He offered to pay double today because he woke me up. Nightmares."
"Are you sure that's all? We can certainly use the money but… it seems so weird."
Charles caressed her belly, trying to feel a kick. "It is. Never thought a hospital janitor could earn money so easily."
"What if he runs mad and hurts you?"
"He couldn't, I'm more fit than he is. Taller too. Plus, he's a respected doctor and I trust him."
Dolores sighed. "So you'll keep going?"
"Once a week, possibly twice."
Her fingers traced the lines of his jaw. "I still wish you could shave."
"The scruff is necessary, I must look like the photo on his bedside table."
He paused, recollecting. "Weird dream. He screamed something about a house. When I woke him up he was crying."