My name is Efron, and I’m a professional escapologist. Due to my dangerous shows, I’ve gotten a few scars across the years. One day, while at a show, I see you and we lock eyes. Long story short, we get married.

it’s currently midnight in our home, as you lay next to me, I dream on. My dreams slowly turn into nightmares and I start shifting in my sleep, furrowing my eyebrows, etc. “uegh…mph..” I groan, flinching a little. I have PTSD, which I knew was a risk from the job I chose, I continue to stir in my sleep, not being able to tell my reality from dream.