Thoughts rose unbidden.
The slumbering man tossed restlessly, dreams and nightmares vying for dominance.
Overtired, the burden of command not even released in sleep, decisions still questioned if only to himself.
He had the responsibility. It was his alone.
And then he thought of his friend. Always there. Always present even when apart.
Such a part of him that they were like two sides of the same coin.
His movements quietened, settled. His face relaxed, his muscles loosened.
With a smile, he calmed, sleeping soundly.
This night, dreams would win over nightmares.
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