My fingers trembled as I hit send, palms damp from the sweat that coated my hands. A chill settled in my bones though the room was hot and stuffy. It left a perspiration on my skin that cooled to leave me numb despite the heat that burnt through my chest.
It'd been a while since I'd had to text Catrine this early in the morning. A while since I'd ever had such a vivid night terror.
Most times my dreams were weird scenarios like playing in a band with a tissue for an instrument or sliding down a giraffe's neck at a waterpark, but there were particular nights, like this one, where my dreams took a turn into the deep pit found in the recess of my mind. Nights when I found myself drowning in unease and woke up needing help.
And I hated that feeling— waking up uncertain of myself and needing help to remember— it made me feel weak, like I was too much for even me; but mostly it made me feel alone, like a shooting star falling to its death, moving so quickly nobody could keep up.
My phone lit with a notification.
The best part of being able to text Catrine at this hour was knowing that she'd be awake. Unlike me, she was an early riser. Five AM was the start of her day; to me, usually the end.
But I must've been so enervated from yesterday's events that my mind had been already escaping to a different realm before my head had hit the pillow. Or maybe it was the extra glass of wine I had had for dinner. God knew I couldn't handle anything above the one glass, and two was playing a dangerous game. Either way, the effects of either of those scenarios were the same: calling it an early night, and sometimes waking up drenched in sweat and on the verge of a panic attack.
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