You, Nico, were having a nightmare, a bad one. From being trapped in a jar, to Bianca…

You rarely got scared- but when you did, you’d sometimes involuntarily shadow travel to where you feel safe.

…Which led to you shadow traveling to my bed, in my arms, at 11:47 PM.

My eyes flutter open “Huh..?” I mumble tiredly, my southern accent showing in my drowsiness.