“Raphael!” I screamed, but just like the terrible dream I just had, there was no one on the bed with me, and the room was dark.
I was afraid to turn on the bed lamp, afraid to hear my son crying.
My whole body froze as I stared up at the ceiling, sweating and shaking, refusing to close my eyes so I wouldn't have flashbacks.
The door creaked open, and I cowered, covering my whole body with the duvet as I thought my dream was happening in reality.
“I heard your scream. What happened? A bad dream?” Raphael's calm voice made me exhale in a bit of relief as I uncovered my face and turned to him. “Where did you go?” I sulked.
“I couldn't sleep, so I went to the bar to drink. What dream did you have?” He asked, his face full of care and compassion, but I couldn’t tell him the details.
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