Adrian Journal

Rhys gazed at her, and in his head he saw her mouth move and that one word filter out. “Did you see any dreams while you slept?

Sophie shook her head. “I don’t really remember.” She wrote. “It is quite foggy, but I think I was in a forest and I saw a woman. I can’t really remember. Why do you ask?”

Rhys stood on the bed and faced her so she could see him fully. He had returned the notebook back into his pockets, but he left his hand buried there.

“Because you spoke, Sophie.” He enunciated. “Although it was just one word, you woke up screaming and struggling with nothing, and when I rush to you, you just say, ‘Help’.”

He ran his fingers through his uncombed hair and turned around. “I swear . I am not making this up. Your aunt thinks I’m nuts, probably, and you.

He turned around to face her again as her soft hand grabbed him. She stood on the bed and planted a small kiss on his lips.

“I believe you.” She wrote. “But unfortunately, I don’t remember. I do remember waking up the fi