Nightmare (small stone#3)
I wake, skin prickling with pinpoints of sweat, heart hammering and my breath coming in ragged gulps. I peel back the covers, let the heat out, and immediately cold night air sends me shivering back under the duvet. I focus on my breathing first, slowing it enough to stop the panic that is threatening to take me over. I close my eyes again, letting the dream play back, examining it closely, trying to understand what might have been real and what the product of stress and fear. Slowly, I let go and drift back into an uneasy sleep, still vigilant against the return of nightmares, waiting for morning light to send them scurrying back into the dark hole of my subconscious.