by Dakota

Chakotay was dreaming peacefully when he awoke suddenly, gasping for breath.  He tried to breathe but something was covering his face.  He clawed at the long strands that covered his nose, mouth and eyes and which were wrapping themselves around his throat.  When he tried to move away the strands around his throat tightened ever so slightly.  His shoulders and lower body were being firmly held in place so he could not easily move.  Desperately he made one final effort to remove the strands without waking Kathryn.  The next time she wanted to cut her hair, he would not argue.