She shot up out of bed, her heavy breathing echoing through her bedroom. She whipped her head around from side-to-side, relieved to see that no one was in her room; it was just her. As it always had been. This was the third time in the past few nights that she's been plagued by this... nightmare. Ironically, it wasn't as if she was getting chased down by monsters or being mauled or eaten alive. Even so, these dreams were very lucid and life-like, which made them all the scarier for her.
She was silently thankful for the fact that Ethan was living with her. Knowing that there was someone across the hall from her made her feel all the safer, yet slightly crazed. Why was she being plagued with these dreams?
