One Night, No Names
Clara
It’s deep into the night when I jolt awake, my chest rising and falling with sharp, rapid breaths.
Sweat clings to my skin, my heart hammering like a drumbeat in the dark.
The nightmare fades in fragments, flashes of shadows, a voice I couldn't quite place, the overwhelming feeling of being chased.
I sit up slowly, the bedsheet twisted around my legs, and take a moment to ground myself
The soft glow of the moon filters through the curtains, casting long, pale shapes across the room.