Nightmare
Evie woke screaming. Every muscle in her body was tight. Her throat hurt. And she couldn’t stop shaking. Frantically, she rolled off the air mattress, inching across the floor in her sheet cocoon, to the darkest corner of the room. Her eyes darted from side to side. The breath caught in her sore throat. Tears flowed freely down her face.
Her mind finally focused on one thing; ‘call Dillon. Need to call Dillon.’ Somehow one rational spark made it through; ‘he’s at work. Leave him alone.’
The science fiction quote that was her ringtone caused her to jump. She fell over, still wrapped in her cocoon. Slowly inching back to the mattress and the cell phone. Her hands were shaking so badly that she struggled to release herself from the sheets. Dropping the phone twice just trying to see who had called.
Deep breaths. She instructed herself. Breathe. The lamaze style breathing echoed off the empty walls of her bedroom in the darkness. Just breathe. She was able to hold the phone. With a shaky finger, it took 3 tries to open her phone. Another 3 to punch in her code. She was exhausted and hadn’t even dialed the number yet.
Dillon’s voice sent her nerves crashing; that caused more jitters. He didn’t ask her what was wrong. But the tone of his voice, the reassuring calm told her he knew.
“Della sent me home with breakfast. Would you like to join me?”
Other than squeaking out the first ‘hi’, her throat seized. She hummed what she hoped he would take as a yes.
“I’m leaving Della’s. See you soon.”
Ending the call was impossible. A sigh of relief escaped when Dillon disconnected.
30 minutes. She had 30 minutes to unwrap herself, brush her hair, put on a bra, and brush her teeth.
The gentle vibration of her watch alerted her that Dillon was in the drive just as her aching muscles and stiff fingers latched her bra.
When she opened the door, the ability to look him in the eye was gone. He walked past her, filling her nose with the mixed smells of food and a hint of leather. As she locked the door, he sat the box on the counter before wrapping her in his arms. The comfort he generated and the sense of protection she felt being wrapped up in his presence, broke her resolve. She started shaking and sobbed uncontrollably.
Poetry & More 
This really shows how scared and vulnerable Evie is feeling. Her panic and fear are so vivid. Dillon’s calm and caring presence provides a comforting relief amidst her distress.
It’s touching to see how Dillon’s simple offer and warm embrace can make such a big difference. The way Evie struggles with the phone and seeks comfort highlights just how much she needs his support and how much his presence helps her find peace.
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Thank you 💕 I started the frame work for this story in 2015. After I posted Winter Season, I was going to my work to see what I had next. Really thought it was longer than what it was. Writing a lot as I go along. Using the original frame work of the story. I hope you are able to keep reading. Plan on bringing more about these 2 to life.
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I sure will . It was a wonderful post.
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Thank you 💕
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