After gently delivering the news of the Lord’s verdict to my
beloved, D.A. confessed to ever more disrupted sleep. This is due to
nightmares, which are unfortunately common. I am accustomed to my own but it is
another matter entirely to see my beloved struggle with them.
I asked if speaking of the nightmares would assist. D.A. did not describe
them in detail but said that there was pain. The pain of others, and those who
could not wake. We agreed that remaining “in” for the remainder of the day was
wise, to try and catch up on rest for both of us. My mind was occupied already
with what I still wished to do, though.
While we spoke, the shadow-servant girl had been working in the
room, and quite suddenly exited when I called for her attention. I have since
confirmed that it is the same girl that waited on me the last time I stayed
here. The reason for her hasty departure became clear when I found the scrawled
note she left.
Our pain. Is all
that it says.
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