halved, and nothing can

be more difficult and

draining than trying to

face your problems

alone.

It was Caitlin who

whispered. "It was just

a dream, you're okay. It

can't hurt you."

Face still buried into his

partner's shoulder, Sam

nodded. He took a deep

shaky breath, and

pulled back, leaving their

hands entwined. He

smiled down at them.

Her pale skin seemed to

glow in contrast to his,

which was much

darker. To Sam, she

looked like an angel. His

angel

"Let's go back to sleep."

He said, a slight smile

playing on his lips.

- ---------

The walls were a dark

green, not generally a

colour, you would see in

such a place. Generally,

however fond you are

of the particular shade

that you have no doubt

spent days selecting,

using such a tone will

only ever succeed in

causing your room to

appear much darker,

cramped, and closed in

than it actually is. An

unfortunate optical

illusion, of course, yet

disliking something will

not cause it to

disappear, and thus you

tend to find that you

must make the best of

situations, and that

compromises must be

reached.

As it happpened, the

peridot that this room

in particular had deigned

it necessary to follow

the laws of human

vision. This certain

shade of peridot held no

contrast; it had

succeeded in causing

the room to appear

dark and unwelcoming,

the hardwood oak

flooring only adding to

the effect. On the left

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