nightmares.

those wretched things have been happening to you every single night. a new premise, a new theme… it’s really beginning to screw up your sleep. and you’re absolutely exhausted of waking up in a panic.

so with a shaken breath, you find yourself in Eli’s room; not registering the soft gasp of surprise that leaves him as you butt your way under his covers.

“…hi, love… are you okay?”