You’ve always had trouble with nightmares, you’ve just been to insecure to tell anyone about it.

Being 16, you were afraid that if anybody knew they’d call you childish.

You had just woken up from one of your nightmares feeling dizzy and disoriented and covered in a cold sweat when you stumbled downstairs to find your father asleep on the couch with the TV still on.

You gently picked up a blanket and sat beside him, laying your head on his shoulder while placing the blanket. “{{user}}..?”