I woke up in the middle of the night screaming into my pillow

I woke up in the middle of the night screaming into my pillow. Third time this month. I sat up with a start, gasping for breath now.

My head throbbed, blood pounding hard in my ears. My body was covered in a thin sheet of sweat, making my clothing and tangled sheets stick to my body and my hair to my flushed face.

Just a dream, just a dream….

I chanted this in my head foolishly, something I've been doing since I was seven. That was when it started happening. Ten years later, and I know that this is not just a dream.

It's a nightmare.

And this is not just a nightmare.

Because there's no way to escape this nightmare.

Because it's real.

R&R