There are times when I have nightmares.
They don't necessarily come when I'm feeling down or overly excited—there's no clear connection to my mood. But sometimes, seemingly out of nowhere, I just have a bad dream.
And today, by coincidence, was one of those times.
It was the kind of nightmare where it felt like I was being chased by something, or like I had to protect something, or even like I was being asked to do something utterly unreasonable by someone. One of those absurd, frustrating dreams.
And, before I could even say anything in response to the unfairness of it all, I woke up.
The first thing I felt upon waking was an overwhelming heat.
It's the end of October now, the deep part of autumn. Winter is just around the corner, so the mornings and nights have been getting quite cold. Yet here I was, sweating profusely as if it were summer.
And before even a second passed, I realized that someone else was in my futon with me.
