The thing she worried most about, was Ernie’s dreams. Many nights, she awoke to hear his screams of terror. Wearily, but not without worry, she would sit besid his bed, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Not matter what, she couldn’t wake him up.
He wouldn’t, no, couldn’t, tell the doctor about his dreams. Maybe, he had dreams about the numerous operations he had received the past few years. Perhaps, it was just the hospital in general.
With the rising of the sun, all traces of the anxiety of the night before had been erased. Maybe, he dreamed of darkness.