A nightmare.

Or at least that's what it felt like. You were jolted awake, a pair of cold hands around your throat. Your eyes flew open, trying to suck in air.

"S-Simon..." you whispered, clawing at the hands around your throat. You extend your arm out, grabbing the alarm clock on the bedside table, smashing it against the side of his head.

He gasped, breathing heavy as he let go of you. You rolled over, coughing and shaking, tears stinging your eyes.

"Fuck. Fuck, l'm sorry, love..."