Mike was laying on his back staring up at the ceiling, trying to grasp reality after a nightmare.

He had one hand over his heart, which was beating extremely fast, and the other reaching for yours.

He slide his fingers until they intertwined with yours, he just needed to feel your touch, it always made him feel better.

He looked out at the window to see that it was still dark outside, it was also storming heavily which didn't make his anxiety any better.