Nicholas Perspective
I woke up felling cold. I stretch my hand for the blanket but it was no where. I sat up and saw blanket on the floor, I scratch my back of head thinking how the comforter fall in the floor? But I got the answer glancing at Nora.
She was moving in her sleep, she has griped the bedsheet like her life depended on her. Her eyes were closed but she kept talking, "I am sorry, sorry, sorry. I won't do it. Please I beg you." Beg? Sorry? What has she done to begging like that? And did she ever talk in sleep? She barely talk when she is wide awake. I don't want to look at it but she always cover her thigs, arms and back. She was wearing a night gown that was knees length and under a sleeveless silk slip. My mouth is agape seeing her in this state. There were scars on her neck, arms, thigh and I am pretty sure there were more scars on her beautiful body.
