"No! Don't go in there!" He sat bolt upright in bed, sweat dripping off his body. He reached out as if to grab someone to stop them. "No! Stop!" Cissie sat beside him, her hand touching his arm, shocked by how cold he felt. "Are you all right?" Bob nodded. "Yeah, just a bad dream. Happens sometimes." He threw his legs over the side of the bed. "I'm going to shower." "Do you want company?" she asked softly, worried about him. "No, I'm fine. Go back to sleep." He wandered away toward the bathroom, and Cissie got up to strip the sheets from the bed. His side of the bed was soaked. Cissie waited for him in the dark, wondering how often he had dreams like this. She had a feeling he was used to them, though why she thought that, she wasn't sure. Maybe it was the way he automatically showered. When he came back from his shower, he slipped into bed, staring at the ceiling in the dark. Cissie moved closer to him, her head on his shoulder. "Do you want to talk about it?" "About what?" he asked. There was no way he'd talk about his dreams with Cissie. She would leave him, just like Tanya had.
