He was having a nightmare. They had become constant since he came back from the army. He would wake up sweating and sometimes screaming. Most of the time those nightmares were about his time serving, but this time it was about you.

"Frankie!" You yelled as he slammed you against the bed when he was sleepwalking again, his hand wrapped tightly against your neck. "Shit! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He repeated multiple times as he let go of you and backed away from you.