*~*Zachary's POV*~*
I was tired when I woke up this morning. I wasn't yet a coffee drinker, at least not regularly, but I needed some this morning. And I wasn't the only one. Zander and Zayden both asked Abigail for some coffee this morning. However, I doubted they needed it for the same reason I did.
It was another of those dreams. I'd been having them every night since Christmas. Since that first one, I never remembered what happened in the dreams. I simply woke in the morning, or more often than not in the middle of the night, with a sense of terror and dread. They were exhausting me, but I wasn't going to let them get to me. I would be fine in the end. And I still got some sleep.
