As always I jolted out of bed, the nightmare remaining ever vivid in my mind, shivers racking up my spine. It was always the same, a huge form, I could never really tell if it was a human or an animal but all I could tell was that he was a man, eyes so cold, it could make the bravest of men quack in the knees. Usually when I've the nightmare, he's always just standing there watching me, observing me while I breath heavily not exactly sure if it's out of fear or sheer arousal. But this time he stretched his hands out, ever cold like his eyes, I'm beginning to think that's the only temperature he's capable to emitting. He reached out to my throat and started to squeeze tightly while I clawed at his fingers unable to breathe but the fear in my eyes were imminent, tears steaming down my eyes ,scratching, clawing, hitting his hands, anything to stop him from choking the life out of me. I could feel my blood rushing to my head, feeling numb to everything around maybe finally I could actually sleep without nightmares, it didn't sound so bad after all but things have never really gone my way. I was ready to eventually give up everything that was when he left me and I heaved a very deep sigh, coughing, choking and jolting out of bed in fear with tears streaming down my face. Sometimes I don't really have problems with the nightmares while other times, it takes so much that I don't even have the strength to keep going unfortunately I'm too much of a coward to kill myself.