Bed Buddy

A dream - that was what it was, Geale mused as he snapped his eyes open and found himself staring at the glowing veins of the ancient clam sheltering him from the dangers of the deep sea.

He could still feel the rage in his racing heartbeat at the thought of leaving Marnthe behind. He thought twice about it when he shouldn't have.

He did grab Marnthe's hand, right? Even if it was a dream, he chose to be with him…yes?

Geale sighed, sleep slowly tugging him back into its arms but the nightmare left him a bitterness he didn't want to feel again. He sat up, afraid that the next dream he would have would confirm that he didn't grab Marnthe's hand.

The ancient clam slowly opened its mouth, knowing that Geale wanted to leave.

"Sorry for waking you up," Geale mused as he gently rubbed the clam's flesh. It didn't respond. They never really complained when their merfolk was too restless to sleep.

Geale swam out of the clam, unsure of where to go.