She cuts herself off quickly, choking on the sound, the momentum of the dream carrying over as she sits up, almost certainly disturbing Lloyd in her scramble. She can't catch her breath, doesn't trust herself to open her mouth without screaming again.
It's just a dream. It's not like she's not used to nightmares, by now, so this one shouldn't be any worse than all the others. She'll get over it.
But... this one had been different, somehow. Immediate in a way dreams don't usually feel after waking up.
She sweeps her legs over to the side of the bed, burying her face in her hands.
It's over. It's over, but why does it still feel like it actually happened?
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
She cuts herself off quickly, choking on the sound, the momentum of the dream carrying over as she sits up, almost certainly disturbing Lloyd in her scramble. She can't catch her breath, doesn't trust herself to open her mouth without screaming again.
It's just a dream. It's not like she's not used to nightmares, by now, so this one shouldn't be any worse than all the others. She'll get over it.
But... this one had been different, somehow. Immediate in a way dreams don't usually feel after waking up.
She sweeps her legs over to the side of the bed, burying her face in her hands.
It's over. It's over, but why does it still feel like it actually happened?