Jack had let himself into her apartment and was impressed to see most of the boxes from the morning were already gone. She was a good packer, and unpacker, it seemed. But he walked through to her bedroom door, hovering at it, suddenly struck with nerves. What if she didn’t want him here? What if she told him to leave, because she didn’t want to see him?
He bit at his bottom lip before lifting his hand and knocked on her bedroom door, peering in at her sitting there in bed, book in her lap.
Katelynn shifted a bit, moaning as she rolled over to her side, the book falling off her bed and letting out a sigh, light tears at the corner of her eyes. Katelynn tended to be a dreamer; every night she had a dream about one thing or another. Sometimes she’d sigh out words from her dreams.
But this time the dream woke her slightly, her eyes blinking open as she reached up to rub at them, not noticing Jack at the door.
“Ugh, ‘nother bad dream…”
Jack began moving into the bedroom when she stirred, and approached the bed, but stopped before getting too close. He smiled faintly, reaching down and picking up the book from where it fell.
“I hate bad dreams too.” he admitted quietly.
Jack Maple 