7. Nightmares

Familiar air fills my nostrils, soothing my senses. Soft, warm sheets engulf my body, the mattress underneath me bedding me in the most comfortable way. I pull the covers up a little more, snuggling into them, not ready to open my eyes just yet.

Enjoying the moment I take a deep breath but suddenly feel as if my throat is closing up. Desperate for air, my hands start clawing at my throat, I can hear myself gurgling. I try to scream, but nothing comes out. Total anxiety flushes my body, I’m dying, and I can clearly feel it, there's no doubt.

Screams fill the air as I sit up abruptly in bed, gasping for air. My entire body is covered in a thin sheet of cold sweat. Lifting my hands to my throat, everything is normal. Besides of my accelerated breathing, I am able to breathe totally normal.

The door bursts open, and rushed feet make their way towards me. “Amelia, has something happened? I heard a scream.” I look up into the alerted eyes of Drake, who is now leaning over my bed.

Confused,