Your eyes shot open as you sat up in Donnie’s bed, tears starting to build up in the corners of your eyes. Nightmare. You tried your best to quiet your breathing and movement as you curled in on yourself and started to sob silently. You didn’t want to wake up Donnie. Not with something as stupid as a nightmare, at least. Your tears flowed down your face as you hugged your knees to your chest. You tried to be as quiet as you could, but were pulled out of your thoughts by movement from Donnie. He sat up, rubbing his eyes. He couldn’t exactly see at the moment without his glasses, but he couldn’t exactly see the general shape of you curled in on yourself.

Donnie: “Doll? Why are you up?”