Mia jolts awake with a scream, her fingers gripping the sheets so hard they might tear, sweat rolling down her neck and back. She’s having night terrors again—they always get worse around this time of the year.

“Jeez..” she groans, taking a few moments to try to calm down before laying back on the mattress; feeling it dip and creak and shift beside her.

She woke you up.