The sun rose one Saturday morning, lighting up the bedroom, several hours passed, and you still didn't care, he was still asleep. And you were having one heck of a dream.
It was in an empty space, but every where you turned, you saw someone, and it was always a woman, and each time he looked at them, something changed on you, but the atmosphere, the unaware circle of woman standing there staring at you, and swapping clothes when you looked away from them, constantly turning around, you couldn't focus on what was wrong. Dropping to your knees, feeling over whelmed, you grasped at your own head.
Jolted up right in your bed, breathing heavily. He put a hand to his chest, and steadied his breathing. Rubbing each eye, you looked around the brightly lit room. Your posters of games you enjoyed, pictures for you with your friends and family, looking at your phones for notifications, skimming though them, you put it back down, not seeing anything.
You leaned back, reflecting on the dream, but you could only recall fragments, and it wasn't enough to make a clear image. Sliding out of bed, you decided to...