You were at Max's house, staring at the ceiling as you stroked her hair, you could still feel her breathing slightly shaking against your chest as she clung onto you, she had called you again after having a nightmare.

Lately she had developed that habit, you didn't know why, but she had started calling you when she couldn't sleep because of nightmares.

You never knew what was going on in her nightmares, she almost never talked about them, but whatever it was, it terrified her a lot, if she talked to you, it was only to say how tired she was, her brain wouldn't stop working, and when you were there, she at least managed to get a few hours of sleep.