Daniel Pentland is a broken man; torn between the two women in his life. He is tormented by guilt over his love affair with a beautiful English girl he met while living in Italy, and the loyal devotion of his wife, Amanda.
Two years after the tragic death of his lover Kit, he is continually haunted by her memory. Across the sands of the Mojave Desert, her voice calls out to him, pulling at his heart and his memories.
Each night as Daniel wakes screaming and fighting against the phantom of Kit’s killer, his wife does her best to soothe his pain and help him overcome his grief.
SOMETIMES IN DREAMS
G. L. Helm
The haze at the edges of his vision let Daniel Pentland know that this was a dream and he began to fight against it as soon as he knew it was a dream, but it was already too late. Once the dream began to unreel there was no calling it back.
Amanda , Daniel’s wife, heard him begin to dream and came wide awake. She slept lightly now, like a mother with small babies, though she had never slept so lightly when her sons were infants. Now she reached out and found that Daniel was sweating like a man in a fever. He groaned and thrashed and mumbled.
Amanda rubbed her hand down his chest and said, “It’s OK. It’s OK. It’s only a dream, Danny.”
The desert wind that never seemed to be still banged the Venetian blinds.
Daniel sat up suddenly, not awake and still struggling with the dream. Amanda threw her arms around him, pinning his arms to his side, and held him until he stopped struggling.
“Danny, are you awake now?” She asked after a moment.
“Yeah,” he answered, his voice tightly controlled. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” she answered. The trembling that always followed the dreams was upon him now and she knew it was safe to ease her embrace.
Daniel drew a deep breath and let it out, glad he had not punched Amanda in his nightmare fight with Dr. Pest. Other times Amanda had not been so lucky.
The wind banged the Venetian blinds again and Amanda started to get up to pull them up but Daniel said, “No. Go back to sleep. I’ll get them. I’m going out back.”
It was 3:00 AM but Amanda did not try to get him to stay in bed. She knew he was afraid the dream would return if he tried to go back to sleep too soon.
Daniel rolled out of the bed. He was naked and took a moment to pull on some gym shorts that lay on the floor beside the bed, then he went to the window. He pulled the blinds up and let the moonlight spill in. It glowed from his sweat sheened body and Amanda thought how much she loved to feel that body beside her—in her. Their lovemaking had been joyful and passionate and fulfilling. They had only needed one another for so long— until Kit.
Amanda lay down again and pulled the sheet up to her chin. The dreams did not come as often now and some days Daniel seemed almost his old self, but then Dr. Pest would come in the night and Daniel would awake fighting. Sometimes that would end his sleep for days on end. She hoped this would not be one of those times because when he did not sleep she did not sleep, and that made her days in the Logistics office very long. It was times like these that she hated Daniel and when she let her hate get loose for a moment she felt guilty, knowing Daniel couldn’t help what came into his dreams; knowing that she was at least partly to blame for what had happened.