Ever since Tom had been let out of jail, it had been hard for him to sleep at night. Everytime he closed he eyes, he heard the taunts of the other prisoners. He felt that helpless anxiety, like someone was always out to get him.

You were already turning on the bedside lamp when he woke up in a panic, cold sweating. He looked over at you with a guilty expression, before sighing.

"Sorry, just.. Another nightmare.." He explained, running a hand over his face.