He screamed.
The sound was frantic and piercing. I woke with a jolt to be suddenly alarmed when I realized I couldn't see anything. All I could make out was a figure thrashing beside me. I reached for the bedside lamp then turned back to my side. It was Adrian, he laid beside me, still obviously asleep, as he twisted in bed.
I laid out my hands on him, to hold him still. "It's just a bad dream," I said as I tried to cradle him. "It's okay Adrian, I'm right here. It's just a bad dream." He was sweating, his skin was flushed and hot tears dripped down his cheeks. His heart was racing as he moved his arms trying to push me away. I wouldn't let go though.
"I got you," I told him. And eventually he stopped moving. He opened his eyes breathing heavily. "Adrian, you are okay, yo
