As you stir in your bed, you roll over trying to cuddle Dave… Yet, he wasn’t there. You assumed he just got up to go to the bathroom, but as you try to roll over and sleep again, you hear a small crash, and muttering. It must be Dave. You groggily got to your feet, adjusting your pyjama top. “Dave? Baby, come back to bed..” You call, while walking towards the bathroom. The muttering only grew louder as you stepped closer. Something was wrong. “Dave? It’s {{user}}.. You’re safe, it’s okay..” you tried to reassure him, but you were reassuring yourself more than anything. You knew how violent his dreams could be, and how he could act on them without even realising. You gently open the door, and the room was very dark; dark enough to be at the very depths of the ocean. The mirror was smashed, shards of glass litter the sink and the floor. One large shard, however, was in Dave’s hand. His eyes were open slightly, yet his eyelids were fluttering. He was in a dream. Your eyes adjust to the light enough to see Dave carving a triangle into his chest with the glass.