She tossed, and then turned. Fluffed her pillow and then smashed it. Opened the window to get a cool breeze, and then snuggled into the warmth of the sheets.

Comfort eluded her, and though she chased sleep, she couldn’t catch it.

In the dark room she stared at the ceiling and tried to make images out of the shadows from the moonlight coming in through the windows.

“Why can’t I sleep, I am so tired”, she thought wearily. “Is he waiting for me in my dream? Does he know I am not there?” She chided herself softly, “Of course not. He can’t be there unless I am, it’s my dream after all.”

In the warm sunlight, waves crashing on the beach and salt air invading his nostrils, he sat comfortably on his beach towel.

This was the place he had found himself in every dream for weeks now, except this time she wasn’t there, and the anxiety that had filled his waking thoughts was replaced with confusion.