Marisol's grip on the sheets tightens as she stubbornly fights back the need to shift. Everything felt too much, her room was too small, and her body was too hot. She gasps for breath, her hands flying to her neck as it becomes harder and harder to breathe.

It seemed like the dream had succeeded in following her back to reality this time too, the walls feeling like they were closing in on her as dark spots began to flood her vision, her heart threatening to explode.

With what ...