Freedom VII

She sat up with a gasp. Sweat trickled down her neck from her pounding temples. It was just a dream, she reminded herself. A glance down at the bed reassured her that he was still sleeping. His face was relaxed, the most peaceful he had been since breaking out of their prison. 

Would they be on the run forever? Thoughts began to torment her as she thought of their future, however long it might be. Or however short, she wondered with a shudder. 

There had to be somewhere they could go. Somewhere away from prying eyes and the risk of recapture. She slipped out into the night, staring into the dark. The ocean waves pounded in the distance and soon made her tired enough to go back and lie down beside him. Hope would come with the morning. 

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