“Anika? I’m here.” I clicked on the light.
Anika was sitting up in bed. Sweat beaded her brow and she twisted the sheets with trembling fingers. For a second, she stared blankly, as if she didn’t recognize me.
“You okay? You screamed.”
“Did I?” Squinting in the glare, Anika touched her brow. “Ugh, I’m sweaty.”
“Did you have a nightmare?”
She nodded. “Ugh, no—” she wafted her nightdress “—I need to change. Would you pass me a nightshirt from my bag, and erm…would you make a cup of tea? Extra sugar.”
“Sure.”
I found a night shirt at the bottom of her bag and soaked a wash cloth with warm water and handed it to her. Reluctant to leave, I ducked out to the kitchen and made tea as quickly as I could. Anika was changed by the time I returned.
“Thank you,” she said taking the steaming mug. “Sorry I woke you.”
“You didn’t wake me, I wasn’t asleep.”
“That’s good. I’ve not had that nightmare in a while.”
“What was it about? Work?”