My girlfriend talks in her sleep. She's been saying the most horrible things recently...

I’m infatuated with her. <br><br>Utterly infatuated. <br><br>And it wasn’t at a healthy level. <br><br>The very moment I met her, I was in love. It was with every strand of her long, curly hair, her bright red lips and perfect white teeth, her voice and her eyes and the way she moved. *Everything*.<br><br>And it’s not that I felt this way because she was stunningly beautiful, although she most certainly was. There was just something else about her that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Something that grabbed hold of my heart and wouldn’t let go. <br><br>And I think she felt the same way about me. We would spend hours talking about nothing and everything in the same breath. She just made me feel so at ease and comfort and I can see in her perfect blue eyes that she felt the same way. She didn’t say it, not yet, but I could tell she was smitten with me, almost as much as I was with her. <br><br>And I can’t explain it. Or maybe I just don’t want to. But it doesn’t matter. The very moment she walked her smiling face into mine, I was in love for the first time in my life. <br><br>Even after only a week of meeting her, I could tell that she was the one. She was the girl I would spend the rest of my life with. I could imagine us together, even when we were old and wrinkly, holding hands and eating dinner together. <br><br>And I knew how crazy that must sound. But I could feel it in my bones. I was going to marry this woman one day and I knew that there was nothing that could ever change my mind. <br><br>It was raining on our first night together. We had gone to a restaurant in town and the sky was a torrent of water. We didn’t even make it inside the front door of my house before we were kissing. Tearing each other’s clothes off. Nothing mattered but the moment. We were both gelatinous, our bodies melting together as we moved onto my bed. <br><br>The night was a blur. And we didn’t leave the room the next day. We talked and laughed and ate food and we snuggled underneath my blankets, our naked limbs happily intertwined. I took numerous opportunities to show her how much I loved her. I had never been in a relationship quite like this one. She didn’t leave my side and I didn’t leave hers either. <br><br>It was perfect. I had never been so happy in my life before. <br><br>But it was on the third night, when I really started noticing it. <br><br>It was raining again. And the sound of the water hitting the roof of my house was so loud that it was practically deafening. The only other thing I could hear was her gentle breathing. So after considerable effort, I eventually fell asleep. <br><br>It was just a few hours later when I woke up again. I looked at my phone. It was just after 1am. <br><br>I had woken up for a reason. <br><br>*“You’re my hero, Forever my warrior. You’ve been my savior, forever my angel. And my only love, my shelter through the storm.”*<br><br>That was what she was saying. It didn’t sound like her. Or at least, not the tone of her voice. She sounded angry. But I could see the slight smile on her face. And I could hear that she was trying not to laugh. <br><br>*“You’re my hero, Forever my warrior, You’ve been my savior, forever my angel. And my only love, my shelter through the storm.”*<br><br>I obviously just thought she was talking in her sleep. I had heard of it happening before, but never actually experienced it. It was funny, and kind of a little bit cute. So I reached over and gently rubbed her arm. <br><br>*“You’re my hero, Forever my warrior, You’ve been my savior, forever my angel. And my only love, my shelter through the storm.”*<br><br>She didn’t stop. She just kept going. I started to get a little worried but figured it would stop soon enough. And it didn’t matter that she was talking in her sleep a little. I was just happy that she was there, and that she was mine. So I snuggled up next to her, and eventually fell back asleep. <br><br>It was raining again the next night. And she was saying those words again. <br><br>I was a little more concerned this time. She seemed to be talking in her sleep more and more, and she didn’t appear to be stopping anytime soon. I had tried to contact my doctor, but he said it was nothing to worry about, that it would likely stop after a few weeks. <br><br>I was a little disappointed, but I still didn’t care that much. I just cared that she was there. <br><br>I woke up in the early hours of the morning again. This is the only time I have ever heard her talk in her sleep outside of when she was saying those same words. <br><br>I don’t know why, but I reached over and put my arm around her gentle body, bringing myself in close to her. I gently kissed her ear. <br><br>*“Are you there, sweetheart? Are you there? Are you listening?”*<br><br>She responded, her voice barely above a whisper - <br><br>*“Yes. And I can hear everything that he says. I love you. And don’t worry, he doesn’t know what’s happening. And he never will.”*<br><br>I started to tingle. I didn’t know what she meant by what she was saying, or who she was talking to. But it appeared she knew that I was listening. So I pulled my arm away from her clenched teeth and laid back down on my side. It was only a few more hours until morning. I figured I could wait that long. <br><br>The next night, I decided to play a little trick on her. When she was fast asleep, I gently put my mouth to her ear. <br><br>*“Are you there sweetheart? Are you there? Are you listening?”*<br><br>It was completely dark, but I could hear her teeth crunching together in the silence. <br><br>*“Yes. I love you.”*<br><br>*“Baby you're becoming a monster. But I know you aren't one. Not yet, at least.”*<br><br>It felt like my world had crashed down around me. I don’t know how she knew it was me, or how she could even see me in the dark. But she knew it was me. And it appeared she was talking to someone else. <br><br>I moved away from her as quickly and quietly as possible. But I didn’t sleep the rest of that night. I couldn’t anyway. I just thought about what she said, over and over again. <br><br>*“Baby, you're becoming a monster. But I know you aren't one, Not yet, at least.”*<br><br>What did she mean by that? Was she talking to me? <br><br>But then the other question crept in. <br><br>*Who the hell was she talking to?* <br><br>It didn’t matter. I still loved her. I still wanted to marry her. I still wanted to be with her forever. And I knew I would never be able to leave her. She was the love of my life, my soul mate even. <br><br>As I lay there, I heard her faint breathing. I watched her perfect form wriggle under the sheets. Even the way she slept was cute. <br><br>She was perfect. And I knew I would never leave her. Not for anything. <br><br>But I have to admit, I didn’t sleep the rest of that night. And I haven’t slept much since. <br><br>I just can’t seem to stop hearing those words, no matter how hard I try. <br><br>*“Baby, you're becoming a monster. But I know you aren't one. Not yet, at least.”*<br><br>And every time I do, I feel my heart race just that little bit more.