Free Psychic Visions 08-Now You See Her... by Dale Mayer

back down on the bed and curled up in a tiny ball. She listened to him walk down the hallway and close his bedroom door behind him. She hated this. The nightmare had set her off again, and now her mind refused to rest. God, this one had been bad. She’d be recovering for hours.
    And she was so cold. She could crawl under the covers, but for some reason that felt like she’d be intruding.
    She punched the pillow and rolled over – again.
    It had to be almost morning. Maybe she should just leave.
    But go where? Simone’s was out. Plus, six weeks ago she’d hoped for Stefan’s help. Now what? Six weeks? No wonder her body felt odd, out of control. As if not quite there sometimes. Uncoordinated. She groaned and flipped onto her back.
    Her eyes had a gritty feel to them. She stared up at the ceiling and realized little plastic stars dotted the paint. For some reason that made her smile.
    Just when she couldn’t stand it anymore, she heard Dean’s bedroom door open and Dean striding down the hallway toward her.
    She sat up as he opened the door and walked in. “What’s wrong?”
    “You,” he said in exasperation. “I can’t sleep with you thinking so loud.”
    Before she knew what was happening, he’d bent down, scooped her up and strode with her in his arms back to his room. The room was lit with the early dawn sky. The bed had covers pulled back on one side only. A huge bed. A king size bed.
    He shifted his grip, reached down and pulled back the covers on the side closest to them, then dropped her gently on the sheet below. She gasped in shock. But he tossed the covers over her head and snapped, “Now you’re safe. Sleep.”
    Within minutes he’d settled into his side of the bed and fallen asleep.
    Once she realized what he was doing, she’d frozen on the spot, her mind trying to figure out how long it would take her to get through the door. As he got in, the mattress lurched beneath her and she’d been waiting…for what she didn’t know…ever since. He looked to be in great physical shape but she was fast too. Nothing like years on the run to keep her honed and healthy.
    In disbelief she heard the deep rattling snore. He’d actually fallen asleep.
    What the hell? Why had he done that? He had freaking unbelievable hearing. Could he hear her tossing and turning? As if sleeping in a stranger’s bed was any better than sleeping on top of a child’s bed alone.
    For some reason that made her grin.
    She rolled over shoved the covers down to her shoulders. She gave another thought to assessing the danger and realizing she didn’t feel any…that life was calm and quiet and that he was right, somehow she felt…safe…and quickly fell asleep.
    *
    He deserved a medal for this.
    Now that she’d finally relaxed enough to let go and sleep, her body had a mind of its own. And had wrapped itself around Dean. Like from head to toe. He’d fallen asleep instantly, which surprised him given he didn’t trust her. Who knew who she was, and given the weird shit he’d seen…what she was?
    He’d woken up a few minutes before as in he’d woken up in all ways. His body hummed with happiness and hopefulness.
    It wasn’t going to happen, and if she woke up and saw him in this condition she’d book it right out of his house.
    Although he couldn’t move without disturbing her, he needed to shower and shave. Only, she slept like she hadn’t slept in forever. Only he knew she’d been asleep for weeks. That it was exhausting to heal, and she’d been through more than anyone should since waking up.
    What was the deal here?
    His mind flipped and turned and went over all the stuff he’d learned since she’d woken up. None of it added up. That it was woo woo stuff just added to the gaps in his knowledge. He’d already checked the Internet on his phone, but there was no mention of anyone with invisible body parts. Lots of people talking about phantom pain but that wasn’t the same thing.
    If she was for real and some