Night Visitors - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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“Illya, what’s the matter?  You’re trembling.”

“Nothing. Really.  Go back to sleep.”

Illya placed his hand over hers.  The comfort of their lovemaking hadn’t dispeled the ghostly nightmares.

“Perhaps you should see a therapist about these memories that cause you so much distress.  It’s nothing to be ashamed of, you know.”

The Russian knew that an eternity of sessions with a psychiatrist couldn’t change what his life had been, or take away the memory of death and loss.

“I’ll consider it, my love.  Now, let’s go to sleep or, better yet…”

He could pretend that she took away his pain.