Trapped Between Sleep and Hell.

I woke up gasping—heart pounding so hard it hurts.
This nightmare… it wasn’t just a dream. It was too real. Too close. I can still feel it on my skin, hear every word, see every detail in perfect, awful clarity. I’d give anything to erase it, to rip it out of my head before it eats me alive. But it’s there, playing on repeat, and I’m too scared to close my eyes. If I do, I know I’ll be right back in it.