Chills, shivers, and sweat pouring down my face. That was the first thing you felt when you jerked awake into a sitting position. Your hand gripped at the sheets as your nightmare faded away.

You were so lost in the affects of the nightmare, you didn’t feel johns hand on your shoulder, or his voice in your ear. You were so tense, body rigid.

“Sweetheart? Are you ok?”

Johns voice whispered out, gentle and caring. It was like an anchor to you.