Dreaming
He woke with a start, heart beating wildly. He was alone, he was cold.� His quarters were dark; the only light was the light of the stars streaking by outside the window. He wasn�t sure what had awakened him but it was probably the dream.� He lay there without moving as reality sank in once again. �Every night was like this.� He would wake from the dream and the depression and overwhelming grief would set in.� The grief would press down on him until he could hardly breathe.� The tears wouldn�t come, he wished they would, he thought they might give him some relief.� He struggled thru each day trying to do his job and to act normal.� How do you act normal when your whole life is over?�� Everyone told him that it would take time, that he would be all right.� But he wasn�t sure that was going to happen.� They had been together for 10 years.� When he found Jon, it was like finding a part of himself that he didn�t know was missing.� Now that he was gone, his soul was gone with him.� He closed his eyes and tried to remember the dream.� It was the usual dream but tonight it had been so real. As always in his dream Jon was back.� He smiled as he remembered how green his eyes were in the low light as they held each other.� He remembered the sound of Jon�s breathing and his heart beating slow and steady.� He remembered the soft feel of his lips on his own and his demanding hands on his body.� He remembered his laugh, the sound of his voice, the unique smell of him and the softness of his hair under his fingers.� He smiled slightly remembering the vividness of the dream.� In his dream he had fallen asleep in those strong arms. He sighed, the despair of the last week returning as it always did once the waking was complete.� He groaned and looked at the clock, it was a little after 3.� He knew he wouldn�t get back to sleep tonight.� He decided that he would just get up and go down to engineering.� There was still plenty of work to do down there.� As his feet hit the floor, he heard a small sound from the corner of the room, he peered into the darkness as a voice whispered.� �Trip, is something wrong.� Trip froze.� Jon??� The figure moved out of the dark and sat down beside him and pulled him into his arms.� Trip wrapped his arms around him.� It wasn�t a dream.� The reality came flooding back.� Jon was alive.� Jon had come back to him.� He buried his face into Jon�s neck and then the tears came.�
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