It was late. Wolves cried under the lamp of the moon; their song warning the natives that it was time for bed and a time to shut all doors and windows.
Stephanie took shelter under the blanket, close to her significant other. Along the line, she heard groaning. Stephanie makes nothing of it but they constantly ring in her ears and grow louder. She loses sleep when a hand claws down her shoulder.
"Babe...Arsalan," She said, sitting up due to how violent the grip got.
Nightmares are part of life, but she was thrown off balance by how Arsalan reacted to them. He was sobbing and murmuring and gasping as if he could not breathe. Stephanie was triggered when it went on for another minute; him making choking sounds and calling out his name, sweating profusely and stiffening on the bed.
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