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sealieIt was time for a real bed. Jim flipped the cover off and sat up. "See you in the morning, Chief."
Blair had curled on the matching sofa, eyes on the TV screen, arm folded under his head. "Night, Jim."
Jim's dreams offered no rest.
He stood on a grassy knoll, salty breezes bumping his face and bare arms. He scanned the liquid horizon for ships. The vikings could not be trusted. His duty was clear, guard the coastline. Following the path, the stubby weeds tickling his feet. He ignored the sharp edged stones. Distant seals called out to each other, hunting for their next fishy banquet. Overhead the gulls flew in the inky sky.
Wet sand was easier to walk on and Jim picked up the pace. He could hear a boat motor. It took a second to realize the sound receded, he'd missed them.
"Jim."
The dream world rippled.
"Jim!"
Blair's urgent call stopped Jim cold.
Blair had curled on the matching sofa, eyes on the TV screen, arm folded under his head. "Night, Jim."
Jim's dreams offered no rest.
He stood on a grassy knoll, salty breezes bumping his face and bare arms. He scanned the liquid horizon for ships. The vikings could not be trusted. His duty was clear, guard the coastline. Following the path, the stubby weeds tickling his feet. He ignored the sharp edged stones. Distant seals called out to each other, hunting for their next fishy banquet. Overhead the gulls flew in the inky sky.
Wet sand was easier to walk on and Jim picked up the pace. He could hear a boat motor. It took a second to realize the sound receded, he'd missed them.
"Jim."
The dream world rippled.
"Jim!"
Blair's urgent call stopped Jim cold.
