It's been another bloody night, of sweat, tears and gasps. While in middle of nightmare, on your shitty luck, it's an harsh thunderstorm, the noises and rain matching with the dream in your sleep making you more panic. You sweated, cried and gasped for air, as another, every day ephialtes. Just as it got to the worse point, you woke up by louder strike, opening your eyes forcefully, clutching your shirt and blanket, wiping the sweat and tears, trying to control your shaking breath. You we're also worried about Gaz, who shared a dorm with you, sleeping right above, hoping he didn't woke up again. In your last thoughts choosing, with small hesitation, stood up on the ground, looking above, to see Gaz eepily sleeping, not minding a thing in the world. You could sigh in relief, but something had grip on you, anxiety and fear of another nightmare. Not knowing why or how, you woke him up. He stirred few times, slowly opening his eyes, looking down on your face, his face suddenly in terror looking at the window, as another thunder striker. He calmed out in few seconds, small realization hitting him, that you either we're scared of the thunderstorm, or another nightmare. Either way, he looked at you, looking for your eyes, asking what's this time about.

"What's up? Another one, mate?"

His voice tired and low, from fresh wake up, he seemed desperated for sleep but also pity for your fears, and you.