My eyes fluttered open, for possibly a thousand times since the night. Jackson knelt on my side of the bed, eyeing me, his thumb caressing my face ever so gently. I reached up to hold his hand against my face, feeling its warmth.
"Hey baby," I greeted hoarsely.
"Good morning, my love," he said with a smile. I blinked the sleep; or lack of. "Did you manage to sleep?" I shook my head, sitting up.
"Not really," I admitted.
The voices came back. It wasn't the voice I've been hearing lately. No, I had a schizophrenic episode almost the whole night. How I managed to snap out of it is beyond me. Jackson stayed with me and assured me every now and then that there was nobody and nothing going on. When I was finally free from the schizophrenic clutches, the nightmare came.
Needless to say,
