A Nightmare of an Affair

The morning light, filtered by a hydroponic garden outside their window, painted the room in shades of emerald. Carden stretched and a contented sigh escaped his lips. The remnants of a dream clung to him, and he could still feel a pleasant warmth in his chest.

Talitha stirred beside him, blinking sleepily. "Good dream?" she asked in a gentle voice.

Carden turned towards her, a smile growing on his lips.

"The best kind," he replied, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before glancing away.

Talitha propped herself up on one elbow, feeling curious.

"Tell me about it," she coaxed, brushing a stray hair out of his eyes.

Carden hesitated, his smile fading. "It's nothing really, just a jumble of images and vibes."

"Come on, you know I love hearing about your dreams," she furrowed her brow.

He shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "It wasn't really that interesting. It was just.... just nice."

Talitha studied his face, feeling a flicker of suspicion. Carden's evasiveness was unusual. He typically shared his dreams freely, often discussing their possible interpretations. He kept a journal of the various dreams he had. Yet something was different this time.

"Are you sure you're okay," she asked, concerned.

"Of course Talitha. Don't worry."