Insomnia

[DoF Archive]

Date: 1/14/2003 7:34 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From: Ms Sarah Hunter



Sarah was resting on her bed, Auril happily asleep next to her and Smudge curled at the end of the bed. The lights were out, and she was trying to find sleep in her. She hadn’t slept well since Kheldar had mysteriously disappeared. Of course, she had chalked that up to staying with Jaycy, Bane and Silas. Not her own bed, the baby’s sleeping schedule, etc.

Now, home, in her own bed, she looked forward to a decent night’s sleep. Having talked with Sarises, she was less concerned for Kheldar’s safety, though only so much…she would only truly relax when he was *home* and by her side. This was her current problem…he wasn’t there and her thoughts stayed with him, keeping her from much needed sleep. She had actually sleep better at the Evilbane residence…from shear exhaustion of helping take care of Silas.

She had last seen him the day after Christmas when together, they had visited Jaycy in the hospital. From then until shortly after New Years’ they had both gone about their business, nothing unusual, just not having the chance to meet up. She was not sure what day he was forced to leave, but it was Tuesday, six days ago, that she had been in the Outback and received his note carried to her by Smudge.

Six days of torturous worry. "I’ll be back soon", the note had said. Soon. To her, soon was a few hours…maybe a day.  When a few days had passed and he had not returned, she was even more concerned, especially given the strange people who had been spotted about town, and Jaycy’s precautions were not helping at all to settle her.

Taking care of the baby did distract her, but still she thought of Kheldar. Of how often he had carried her home in her slumber, of that night, when they had first kissed. Of the Holiday Ball and how handsome he had looked in a tux. She thought of how gentle he was when they danced together, of how kind he had always been to her. And mostly, she thought of how little she had done in return for him.

Did he *really* know how much she loved him? Did he know how she missed him so, and how she admired him in his strength and good will?  These questions and thoughts would keep her awake, riddled with insomnia, well into the night.