The next morning, my swollen eyes told the story of how I hadn't gotten any sleep since the nightmare. I stared at the ceiling till my eyes hurt, begging for even the tiniest bit of morning sleep, but I felt too scared to close my eyes.
What I experienced could be an extended hallucination from my worry of what I encountered in the kitchen, or it could even be something worse.
A quick glance at my phone screen revealed that it was 6 am. Morning already, and still no sleep.
I was about to slip under the covers again, when my phone beeped as a notification entered. Lazily, I grabbed it and saw a message from Ron— “We need to meet.”
I inhaled deeply and dropped the phone aside. Of course I'd meet him. He was my most important person right now.
I began to fall into a dizzy state and tried
