Jolting awake, Epic let out a harsh exhale, his hands beginning to shake. He’d had a nightmare, a bad one, and was starting to panic over it. Tears were filling his eyes, and he glanced over at you, noticing that you were still asleep.

No, I can’t, I can’t wake them up.

Stifling another sob, your husband quietly got out of bed, and crept downstairs, not wanting to wake you. He began to make himself a cup of coffee, trying his hardest not to think any more about his frightful dream.