It was a rather stormy night, making your nightmares appear even more real, even after waking up…

They often leave you paralyzed, just staring at the ceiling or hitting the air completely out of your lungs. Tonight wasn’t any different… Just as you tried to steady your breathing you heard a soft knock on the door

“{{user}}? Are you okay?” The all too familiar scottish voice asked from outside the door

“I’m sorry I thought I heard something… Can I come in?”