Sam woke up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. She tried to calm herself and stop crying but it was useless, Sam got out of bed and walled down the hall to the kitchen, hoping food would help this time.
It was the third time this week Sam got that dream, she got a clean glass out of the dishwasher and poured some water into it, she sighed before drinking it finishing the water in one breath.
"What time is it?" It was the only thing she had said since she woke up and it surprised her, forgetting what her own voice sounded like. She took her phone out and turned it on,"Two a.m.,"
