Freedom VI

He was sleeping within a few minutes, but she was still restless. Pacing the worn motel room carpet, she wondered what to do next. Where to go. 

A soft groan from the double bed jolted her from her reverie. She needed rest whether she felt like it or not. Sharing a bed with him after all this time was awkward at best, but her weary body didn’t care. She curled up next to him, fully clothed, closing her eyes. 

For the longest time, her sleep was deep and dreamless. But the inevitable nightmares began, making her toss and turn. 

They were trapped again, experimental subjects. Inhuman eyes leered as needles pierced their skin and they lost consciousness together, floating in the only respite in that place. 

All she knew was that she loved him more deeply than ever in freedom. 


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