Fighting.

I sat in the corner of your room one night and wondered what dream had a hold on you. Your eyes were shifting violently, searching for something behind your eyelids. I could tell you were waging war in some epic battle within your subconscious. Every so often your lips would part as if to speak but a furrowed brow took the place of the words that never came. I sat there as long as my eyes would allow me and watched you silently, a caring smile sitting appropriately beneath my nose. I drifted off and dreamt of the battles you fought, only in mine I was by your side…fighting with you and fighting for you.