Then Im suddenly reminded of how I get engulfed with nightmares of Moms death as soon as I fall asleep. Hesitantly, I call to him, Hey, Adrian?Yeah?Can you hold my hand the entire night? My voice comes out as a quiet whisper.Theres a pause. Im almost afraid to meet his eyes. Heartbeat picking up faster, his fingers interweave with mine and lace them together. I turn almost reflexively and Im faced with his eyesburning so green that its hard to look away. And for a secondone second, there is this feeling that flits in my chest, making my breath catch.Then his eyes close and I blink slowlyfeeling as Im in a dream-like trance. Then mine slide close too after a while of memorizing this moment, this moment of silent peacefulness.The gentle pressure of his hand holding mine coaxes me into sleep.This time, theres only a soothing blankness. And we sleep just like that; backs curved together, my head folded in his chest. As we hold hands, I fall into the awaiting darkness.
