Nightmares. No one ever really gets used to nightmares. ~ I am awake. ⠀ 3:13 am ⠀ She opened her eyes. Everything around her was dark and silent. The only sound that was present was a beating of her own heart. It was loud in that darkness. Loud as a thunder at a silent hour. ⠀ She lay awake in her bed and listened to her heart beat. Another night. Another nightmare. She gets them so often she should be used to them by now. She is not. Not really. Not when they are so close to reality. Not when they left her wondering if she took the right path at the crossroads. ⠀ Every nightmare left her with the same unsettling feeling that hunts her through the rest of the night. Except for this one. This particular one was different. She remembered every bit of it. Every detail was sharp in her memory. And despite her racing heart that one nightmare with all its disturbed nature offered her comfort. ⠀ I am awake. And as I lay there in my bed I have come to realise one thing. I