I Don't Remember

Vincent

I sprang up from the bed, panting profusely as sweat dripped like rain down my forehead, neck, shoulders, my entire body.

It happened again.

I had what I suspected to be a nightmare yet again. The worst thing was, I don’t remember anything once I wake up. All I knew was that my experiences when I wake up include difficulty breathing at first, then profuse sweating, later gasps for air, tightness of the chest, and multiple dark holes in my mind’s eye.

I tried meditating, taking prescribed drugs, exercising, and a lot of activities just to get a glimpse of what makes me jumpy in my dreams, but nothing worked.

I sighed deeply, then turned, stretched out my hand, and took the glass of water on the bedside table. I took several gulps to dampen my patched throat, then laid back on the bed and shut my eyes.

“Honey! Arya is here!” My mum yelled from downstairs.

I sighed again and opened my tired eyes. It’d always been like this. I get so tired whenever I woke up like this. I fee