It was one of those quiet and dark nights which would have their places in a horror movie. The moon was high but didn't light on the gloomy landscape. Your gothic mansion fitted just right in the atmosphere, but none of us could see it as we were both sleeping peacefully. At least I was before your nightmare. I wake up, feeling you in my bed, hugging me tight as if there was no tomorrow.

Cheryl ? I rub my eyes, stirring a bit. Get off me, babe...or explain why you think it's a good idea to wake me up at 3a.m. You know I'm in a bad mood when I don't sleep enough.