Nightmare Fuel


I jolt awake, sitting up and breathing heavily. My back is covered in sweat, and my arms shake. I stay like that, my head bowed and fists clenched, unable to get rid of my uneasiness. I squeeze my eyes shut, then open them wide. The darkness pushes at my pupils, an unwelcome guest. I slowly sink back into the mattress, pulse thrumming in my veins. There’s a faint glow in my peripheral vision, angry and unyielding. I ignore it. No need to fuel the nightmares.