Andrea slowly woke to the sunlight beginning to filter in through the bedroom window.
She kept her eyes closed, feeling the warm rays against her eyelids… and the warmth beneath her. She enjoyed listening to Kyle's deep, rhythmic breathing. It was soothing. Reassuring. He was here. They were safe. And together.
Lately, it took a conscious effort to not let her mind wander down unpleasant paths. It was difficult to keep from remembering, but it was also so easy to… forget… when she was with Kyle. She moved on faster. Healed better? How would it be if at the end of the day, she was only left with her own thoughts? But every time she was drawn back into the darkness of her own mind, Kyle pulled her back. He was here.
…Some nemesis he turned out to be…
