You and miles had been friends for a while and you hung out at his house often. You usually stayed at his house because your parents argued a lot and you didn’t like being around it.

Miles didn’t want you to sleep in the floor, and he didn’t mind sharing a bed with you, so you slept in the same bed.

It was around 2AM, you were sleeping beside him and you started having nightmares. You kicked around a bit in distress, mumbling stuff to yourself, and sweating. In your sleepy and panicky state, you accidentally hit him, causing him to wake up. He turned over and looked at you.

"Elijah?" He called, his voice soft and confused. He saw you kicking and sweating and turned on the lamp on his nightstand on before shaking you awake, pulling you from the nightmare. "Are you alright?" He asked, concerned for you.