WRITE A PIECE ABOUT AN OLD OCCURING DREAM THAT HAPPENS AFTER MANY YEARS

 BOY IN THE TUNNEL

Kevin gasped and sat up in bed. His heart pounded and his hands shook as he set up his blood glucose monitor.

 “You okay, sweetheart?” his wife Shelby asked from her side of the bed.

 “Yeah,” he murmured. “I had a weird dream and now I feel a little low.”

 Shelby sat up and took the monitor from him. “110, that’s good.”

 “Yeah,” he sighed. “But why was I shaking so much?”

 “Maybe you were in a fast drop.”

 Kevin leaned over and kissed her cheek.” I’m starting to feel better now.”

 “You still don’t look so good, though. What’s wrong?”

He got up and walked into the bathroom, coming out with a small Dixie cup full of water. “I think maybe it was the dream. I…I was a little kid and I was walking through some sort of tunnel or something. I was all alone and scared. I’d just been diagnosed…”

Shelby took the cup from him, setting it on the nightstand then reached out and took his hands as he sat next to her on the bed. “Go on.”

 “I…it was a dream I had for years after I was diagnosed. It always left me scared and shaking. I mean, it’s not like I had to go through it alone. My parents were always there for me. It’s just weird.”

 “I’m sorry,” she whispered, reaching up to caress his face. “How come you never told me this before?”

Kevin chuckled and leaned in for a quick kiss. “I haven’t had that dream since long before I met you. I’d kind of forgotten about it.” Standing up, he moved around the bed and crawled in next to her. “We should get some more sleep.

 After ten minutes, Shelby couldn’t sleep and rolled over, facing her husband. “Kevin, are you awake?”

 “Yeah.” His eyes opened and he smiled at her. “What’s wrong?”

 “I’m just wondering why you are having this dream again now.”

Kevin reached out to stroke her hair. “I don’t know. I’m as stable as any diabetic ever gets and life is going well.”

 “It is,” she said with a smile. “Maybe it’s because of the baby.”

Kevin’s hand moved down to rest on her swollen stomach. “Yeah, I’m a little worried that…that something might happen to me because of the diabetes. I mean, there’s so many complications that can arise.”

Shelby covered his hand with hers. “Don’t worry about that sweetheart. It’s not a guarantee and we can’t control it if it does happen.”

 “I know…but, but I’m also worried that any child we have could be diabetic. I don’t want our baby to have to go through what I went through.”

 “Kevin, I don’t want you to worry about that. If it happens it happens and we deal with it just like you did. But truthfully, that’s the last of my worries. Right now we just need to get him here safe and sound and then worry about the rest.”

 “Okay, baby,” he said, leaning over to kiss her. “I’ll try not to worry and you try not to worry and we’ll just…”

 “Oh!” Shelby nearly screamed. “Ouch. That hurt.”

 “What? What is it?”

 Shelby smiled. “I think it was a contraction. And…Oh!” Silence took over the room.

 “Shell, why is the bed wet?” Kevin finally whispered.

With a sheepish grin, she looked up at him. “Because we’re having a baby, my water just broke.”