(continued)

i ran my fingers through my hair in an attempt to smooth it down. god what a weird dream, i thought. who has dreams about graveyards and corpses anyway? i guess its a good thing i paint, its great inspiration anyway. even if it is a bit morbid. i turned off the faucet and traced the words 'if only...' on the now steamy mirror before i stepped out and turned off the light. i looked around surveying the room. Jarret was still asleep...im glad i didnt wake him when i was talking to Luci. i quietly walked to my art room door and reached for the handle, stopping to study the surface of the door. stuff ive etched over time...notes and ideas scratched into the grainy surface, all beloved to me at some point. i turned the knob slowly careful not to wake Jarret and shut the door behind me.

my art room is the one place i feel completely safe. despite the grotesque faces and images surrounding me on canvas and paper. i switched on the light and was greeted with an explosion of light for less than a split second and left shrouded in darkness.
"what the fuck!", i yelled and then immediately clapped my hand over my mouth, realising my mistake too late. shit i hope i didnt wake him! he worries about me when i get these nightmares...and i know he doesnt like it when i get up wanting to draw demons and ghouls. i quickly and silently opened the door, tiptoed out and closed it behind me, attepting to make my way back to the bed. CLICK! he flicked the lamp on and shielded his eyes from the direct light, struggling to focus on me sneaking across the room. i froze. he spoke first.
"whassamatter babe? couldnt sleep again?"
"no....", i paused wondering if i should tell him. "the nightmares are back. i was gonna paint."
"what time is it?"
i glanced at the clock, "almost one in the morning." i gritted my teeth cos i knew what was coming.
"we went to bed at ten, you only got three hours sleep before they woke you up?" i could hear the concern in his voice.
i sighed and got back in bed. " i know you worry but i was just going to do a little painting." i nuzzled up next to him and put my head on his chest.
"Lily, you barely ever sleep, is there something else bothering u besides these dreams?"
i put my arm around him and smiled when he did the same.
"no", i answered. i looked into his eyes, still smiling. "just not a sleep person i guess."
he kissed my forehead and i licked his chin and giggled, as he reached over to turn the lamp off.

*more to come later*