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I sat upright in a heap of sweat and trying to catch my breath. Logan was already sitting up with worry etched on his face.

“Are you alright?” he asked and I shook my head not in the mood to lie to him, “Do you want to talk about it?” I shook my head again and he pursed his lips.

         “I’ll be fine,” I said in a croaky voice, “I just need a second.”

I stood to my feet and made my way to the bathroom on shaky legs. I looked at the scared expression on my face through the mirror and I quickly washed it away. The water washed away the tired look on my face but I couldn’t wash away the memories of the dream.

It started off very similar to the last one. I was in the kitchen but this time when I heard the noise I ran out the front door but instead of going into the driveway I found myself i