*~*Zachary's POV*~*
I sighed heavily as I walked into the brightly lit bathroom. The intensity of the light stung my eyes for just a moment, but it was enough to make me feel even more frustrated with myself. I felt like I was behaving childishly, and that just wasn't who I wanted to be.
"Come on, Zachary, get it together." I snapped at myself while turning the hot water on. "You're not a wuss, you can handle a few bad dreams." While saying this last part, I studied my reflection in the mirror.
