Kamaria
I couldn’t sleep last night. I woke up every ten minutes to make sure Brendon was still breathing and every five minutes from nightmares about Brendon getting shot. I would wake up in a quiet panic, unsure of where I was until I surveyed my surroundings and saw that Brendon was sleeping peacefully beside me. His hold tighter on me than usual.
Around 9:30am I gave up on sleeping. We had finally got to bed around 5:00am and I had pulled the curtains closed so the room was as dark as possible. I wanted us to rest, but my body wouldn’t let me sleep any longer.
I set up in the bed, but stayed close to Brendon. I didn’t want him to wake up from me moving around, and his touch was helping to keep me somewhat calm. All of a sudden I felt a panic in my chest. I knew it wasn’t from me s
