Simon tossed and turned in his bed, mumbling quietly. He was having a terrible nightmare and didnt realize it. He only started to realize when he sat straight up in his bed, sweat covering his body. He quickly threw himself out of bed and turned the lights on, checking every corner of his room.

Once Simon had checked everything, he sat down in a corner of his room, already regressing rapidly and starting to cry silently. The scenes of his past and his nightmare played vividly in his mind, too fresh and loud to forget easily.

You had heard the commotion from your room. It was so loud it woke you from your sleep and made you concerned. You entered Simons room to see him crying in the corner, rocking himself a bit. He was chewing on one of his fingers, a nervous habit he had.