Chase’s eyes snapped open again, a strangled gasp escaping him as his body lurched, but not enough to sit up, just enough to wake him.

After a startled moment he huffed, closing his eyes. He had barely been able to sleep. Not just like a week, for years. Every night, atleast one nightmare. They didn’t even scare him anymore, they were just a burden. He wanted sleep. He laid an scarred forearm over his eyes, groaning. His hands clenched into fists, ears tilting back in frustration.