In a cold sweat she bolted upright. Consumed by an air of panic her breathing was shallow, her face tight with stale tears and her eyes wildly searching her new surroundings. Relief poured over her as she realised she was sitting in her bed-"it was just a dream", she whispered hoarsely. "It was just a dream".
She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, taking a sip of the now luke-warm water on her bedside table. It was 3:40am on her iPhone and she sighed, making her way to the bathroom to splash cold water on her face. She'd never been a good sleeper and nightmares had always plagued her, but they'd disappeared for a while and she'd begun to sleep soundly for the first time in her life.
She peeled off the sweaty t-shirt clinging to her body and slowly got back into bed. Snapshots of the girl she loved, dying in agony, flashed like photographs when she closed her eyes, and sleep took hold of her once more.
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