DAVID'S POV

Nightmares were a bane in human existence. A haunting reality of a past trauma, or a future threat. Once or twice could rid of the memory, but a recurring happening like mine was a scar. I'd woken up again to the same nightmare that had pledged forever in my memories, my entire bed drenched with sweat, my breath an erratic rhythm of sharp gasps as darkness made itself my view’s backdrop. A few beats of silence calmed my racing heart as my gaze stuck still to the ceiling, but my ...