September 23rd, 1969
2:30am
I sat in bed my breathing was heavy and I was crying. I just had a very weird dream and I couldn't go back to sleep. Suddenly, I heard a knock on my door.
"Love, are you alright? I heard you crying" I heard the soft, raspy voice of my roommate and best friend, Roger. I said nothing because I couldn't, I couldn't find my voice. He opens the door and I turn on my lamp so we could see each other.
He seen me, my knees in my chest, my tear stained face and puffy, red eyes. He smiled a little a walked over to my bed. He laid down on my bed and wiped my tears with his thumb "what's wrong?" He cooed, holding me tight. "I had that dream again and I woke up crying" I mumbled into his bare shoulder. "I'm scared, Rog" I cried.
"Shh, you're okay. I'm here I'm here and I'm never going to let anything bad happen to you" he said, rubbing my back. I laid back down and so did he. "Will you stay?" I asked, looking into his gorgeous blue eyes "Of course, love" he replied and I cuddled closer to him. He wrapped his arms around me and I laid my head on his chest, listening to his strong heart beat.
