I woke up with a gasp, a hand on my throat, cold sweat sliding down her back and pooling in the hollow between her mouth and chin. I had a nightmare, that I was lying in a grave under the moonlight, mud being shoveled from above to cover my body. I couldn't move, my body was paralyzed, and no one noticed or heard my scream as they continued to bury me alive.
Nauseated, I wrapped my hand around my knees. I took in deep breaths and tilted my head. Stretching my neck. I looked around the room which was still clouded with darkness. It reminded me of the nightmare I just had, I felt a chill, and goosebumps lining my skin. I turned to my bedside table and put on the lamp. Shuffling came from the top bed where Amina was sleeping as she tossed and turned, her light snores filling the air, reminding me that I am still alive. Everything is fine.
I leaned my back against the headboard of the bed and picked up my phone to go through messages.
No notification.
