Have you ever had a nightmare so vivid that when you woke up, you swore you could still feel it in your chest the next morning?
The kind where your chest is heaving, your throat is raw, and your body keeps trembling as if the dream followed you back into the real world?
Well, that was me.
Even the next morning, I could still feel it. I could feel my hands shaking, the fear.
I squeezed my eyes shut, but the images didn't fade. They never do, not right away.
Nightmares stick. They crawl under your skin.
It's worse when the nightmare wears the face of someone you love.
You tell yourself it wasn't real, that dreams don't mean anything… but you can't shake the way it felt.
And the worst part? Lying back down beside them anyway, pretending the fear isn't there. Because being with them, even if they might break you, it feels less terrifying than being without them.
His face was buried into the pillow. He looked so… soft like this. His lips were parted slightly.
