"Don't go... don't go" Ace mumbled again and again. Body covered in sweat, and eyeball moving rapidly behind eyelids; Hands clinging to the bed sheet tight; heartbeat raising; breathing fast.
Ace opens his eyes.
It takes his eyes time to adjust to the darkness around him.
He pats his bed searching for his phone. As his hand lands on the phone, he slides up the screensavers and enters his passcode.
*3478*
7 missed call, 10 messages
Nothing that important
17:30
It's still evening, the guys might have closed the curtains when they left.
He didn't remember when he started dozing off and foolishly listened to his friends and took a nap on his bed.
No wonder he had the nightmare.
Bending a little, he switches on the side lamp. The little light allows him to see the bed sheet covered in sweat.
He should take a bath, and then. Maybe get a little distracted.
