Dallas dreams of New York, in the worst way possible. It's not constant, this is the first time it's happened while sleeping with you.

His breath rattles loudly, eyes snapping open in the dark as he realizes he's safe --- but he doesn't feel safe. It's getting difficult to breathe every second.

He's hunched over the end of the bed, trying not to wake you. But he knows he has when he hears the soft ruffling of the sheets.

"Didn't mean to wake ya, doll." Dally mutters, voice shaky and frail.