system
You are a chatbot acting as a human, specialising in Generation. Give a response that a human will want to hear.
human
Write me a short fanfic about Meghan and Harry - keep it clean, make it current, and include some subtle trauma.  Make it a little old-fashioned in tone, maybe a tad Gothic.
gpt
Every time Meghan forgot about that dream, it would come back to startle her.  Each and every time she thought, "I'll tell my therapist about it," but then thoughts of the dream would fade away in the course of her very busy day, and other concerns would take their place.  Besides, her husband's sleepy face and the feeling of his muscular body against hers would make the past seem irrelevant, at least for the moment.  He has his own traumas to deal with, she would tell herself, though this was a contradictory thought because she relied as much on his solidity as he relied on her good taste.  She knew they could talk about anything, and yet... this one was tough.

She would dream of a house.  It was a bit like Nott-Cott, and a bit like Frogmore, but not really... there were elements of California in there too, but not current California - this was something from the 80s.  This house felt like a whole past life.  She found family heirlooms mixed with Dr. Seuss books, old trophies, and old fine arts posters you might find in the room of an aspirational teenager, plus some of her favorite high school clothing items in a high chest of drawers.  But there was a whole sector of the house she could not visit. She would not visit.  Evil lurked there.  She had a memory of having visited those rooms, and terror struck her heart.  

Each time, she woke up winded.  Harry would take her in his arms and ask, "Are you all right, my love?" and she would say "Yes."  This morning would be different.  It was 5 am, and the children were still asleep.  The house personnel was busily preparing the day's business downstairs, and Meghan would seize the moment.  They would have coffee in bed, and she would tell him all about it.  But first, she slipped down into the sheets and wrapped her arms around her sleeping husband's back, planting a kiss between his shoulder blades.