I jolt awake, drops of sweat beading my forehead and T-shirt clinging to my chest. Kicking my blankets to the floor I glance at the clock. It's just past three in the morning. I down the glass of water from my nightstand. Returning the empty glass, I debate on going back to bed. This California heat is just exhausting sometimes, which makes having nightmares more unbearable. Tomorrow I promise myself I'll go seek professional help.
Tonight? I can either lay here staring at my ceiling, waiting for my nightmare to return..
Or..