Irrational

«Nate?» Lara said. It was dark, the middle of the night.

The base was silent; everyone was sleeping.

Everyone but an overthinking woman.

«Hmm?» she heard.

She had no clothes covering her, which hinted enough. Nate was by her side, and she sighed in relief at his voice. One thing was sure: it was him!

But then... Was the rest real as well? It felt a little like a dream. She had opened her eyes in the darkness, waking up with the sudden fear that what she had done wasn't real. That she had dreamt about it all.

She trembled, her body invaded by the sudden, irrational fear. She wasn't even sure what had happened to her.

«This...» she said, touching her chest. No clothes, just as she thought. «This is real... It's not a dream. It's real!»

«Yes?» Nate murmured, moving his arm from her waist to her shoulder.