Sleeping in your own bed is strange after all the time you've spent in your aunt's guest room…if you can call what you spend your first night back doing "sleeping." There are times when you aren't fully aware, but even when you look at your phone and see that time has passed, it doesn't feel like you ever fell asleep and woke up. It's just one long stretch of nothing but you lying there with your thoughts, throwing the blanket off and then pulling it back on again until finally your mind goes quiet.
It doesn't last long. You wake up in the middle of a struggle to catch your breath, arms in front of you as if to fend something off. The sheets have spilled off the bed, and your chest hurts from what the adrenaline has done to your heart.
A nightmare. It's slipping away from you, but you remember the gist of it.