Stories From The War -- Nathaniel Tower

“You had another nightmare last night,” his wife told him over grapefruit juice and bran cereal.

“Did I?” he asked in that detached voice that he always associated with her observations. In reality, he wasn’t detached at all; that was just how he wanted to appear, and so he barely looked up as he slurped a spoonful of bran flakes and fat free milk into his mouth.

“Yes, honey, you did. You woke up screaming. That’s eight nights in a row now.”
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