My head pounded and my eyes burned trying to think of something, anything to write. My mind was as blank as my laptop screen and I finally understood the meaning of writer's block. I sighed and reached over to grab the probably tenth cup of coffee when I noticed my girlfriend fast asleep in the corner of my eye. I could tell you all about how beautiful she was even in her sweats and drool, which she is, and how peaceful and angelic she looks. But peaceful doesn't describe her sleep. Her eyebrows were scrunched together as if what she was seeing was painful and she whimpered and flinched often. It seemed that her worries never left her alone, even in her sleep. Never has she talked about the nightmares she has every time she closes her eyes but I know her well enough to know they're there. Whenever I ask or bring it up, she'll say she doesn't remember anything or that she didn't have any dreams before asking me if I want orange juice as a way to quickly change the topic. But I can see that by the face her face flinches and the seconds she spends facing the other way to breathe before turning around with her brilliant smile again, she remembers. And it still pains her. And I'm left to wonder what haunts her dreams.