His eyes bleary... a dream, faint; but still lingering in his mind. His naked back was beaded with sweat and a long old scar along his whole back diagonally was itching with an odd ferocity, and the back of his neck even more so wet. The sturdily built, and somewhat attractive husband of Kendra Bennet pulled the covers off of himself. He swung his legs in a wide arc, and when his feet connected with the nicely polished hardwood floors. A chill, only slight but still stingy... brought him to full wakefulness. He rubbed his eyes, fingers soft and skin tough with the use of typing and writing in ink or leaded pencil. The very successful writer had just had a horrifying dream, and when he released his eyelids... Robert realized he could not recall the dream. All he could recognize had been a knife... long bladed, and an oak wood handle chiseled so finely with detail  you would swear it had been real. He had had these dreams before- and the doctor had said he was probably having night terrors from the murders he had supposedly witnessed.<br/><br/>The man turned to look at his wife, and he moved to touch her face with a warm hand. In the last minute, he flinched... and had a vision of blood... where he was- "Agh... what the hell is wrong with me today?" he whispered. Getting to his feet unsteadily, with a pale face coating his features. The man went to the bathroom right outside there room in the hallway. His striped blue and white knee length boxers all he was wearing allowed an odd chill to run up his spine. He reminded himself to turn up the heat in there two story house.<br/><br/>It was a really nice house in fact, and Robert was proud of the fact that they had a pretty measurably sized living room, and kitchen down stairs. To the right of the stairs when you go down it is the laundry room. Small, but effectively so... as there was only two of them here anyway. To the front of the stairs was the door to the woodland outside... they lived a distance away from town. To the right was a small hallway, and that was what  lead to the living room. The kitchen was just in through the living room and led to the dining room which in turn came all the way around to a glass paned inside the home double doors, which led right back into the house entrance. There was a backdoor as well sort of. Though it was more a patio that you went out through the dining room to enjoy a nice view and breeze of a small lake full of fish just down a small hill form the house itself.<br/><br/>Upstairs simply had a storage room at the end of the hallway, and right next to that was an empty room. He did not know why they needed so much space, but along with those and there own room there was 4 total rooms in the upstairs... one storage, there own room, one bathroom and a room for his work which was of course his authorship.<br/><br/>He smiled to himself as he felt pride take him, and as Robert turned on the sink and ran his hands in some slightly warmed water, he rubbed it over his face and stubble. A weird feeling overtaking him... "Pride?" he murmured.