You awaken in a cold sweat.

You had dreamt you were drowning in a sea of pitch-black nothingness, a sea which felt oddly familiar. There was a storm, rocking the waves aggressively, almost as if the heavens above were trying their damndest to kill you. And a small part of you wished they did.

Now you sit awake, your head and heart feeling heavy, Nikto still completely consumed by his slumber beside you. You wished it would just end. You wished your mind would leave you alone.