Sam forgot when he had fallen asleep on the couch. That unsettling, horrific night seemed to have passed.
Rubbing his somewhat swollen head, Sam felt that he had dreamt about something else the previous night.
After falling asleep a second time, he had slept deeply, and upon waking, he seemed to have forgotten the content of that dream.
Compared to the terror, horror, and even bloodiness of the first dream, the second should have been sweet—exceptionally sweet, it seemed.
Although Sam had forgotten the dream's specifics, a vague memory lingered, as if he had felt warmth.
Even getting up felt beautiful, as if he had been genuinely comforted by someone. This feeling was rare.
But it struck Sam as odd—having a beautiful dream after a nightmare? Was that reasonable? Clearly not, it felt more like compensation.
Amidst the warmth in his heart, his mind harbored more confusion and wariness.
And when he got up, Mia was gone.
