Nightmare

I gasped for air and clutched at the sheets when I woke from the nightmare. Flashes of terror skittered across the edge of my memory. I felt delirious as I scrambled to try and get a sense of where I was and who it was I ran from. Sweat beaded and dripped from my brow, my muscles were tight with tension, and goosebumps ran across my skin. The fear still coursed in my veins and the disgust rolled in my belly from what had happened as I failed to grasp at what that was. I scrunched my eyes shut as I tried my hardest to recall the last thing I could remember. When I came up blank, I opened my eyes and squinted into the darkness. If I couldn’t remember anything I would see for myself.

I was distracted when the bed dipped and my mate’s smell washed over me as his large arms wrapped around me. My fight or flight kicked in and every instinct told me to run as far as possible. His body curled up behind me and I’m pulled into his embrace until my back is pressed firmly to his chest. I ignored