It was night, and all was silent.
On the soft bed, Tessa Caldwell lay with her eyes closed, already asleep, yet her sleep was highly disturbed. Her brows furrowed, lips opened and closed, while her hands suddenly waved aimlessly in the air, as if trying to grasp something, but she kept coming up empty.
"Ah!" Tessa shouted, suddenly waking up from the nightmare.
Her eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling above, unfocused. Her hair, damp with cold sweat, seemed almost wet enough to be wrung out.
The images from the dream, even after waking up and recalling them, left her with lingering fear.
She raised a hand to press against her chest, her frightened heart beating violently, as if ready to burst out.
The person beside her also woke up suddenly, quickly sitting up, "What happened? Had a nightmare?"
The bedside lamp lit up the dark room.
The soft yellow light made Tessa momentarily uncomfortable. She instinctively closed her eyes, then felt a wetness.
