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Terrence Toussaint

As I struggled to sit up, my eyes flew open, and I gasped for air, my chest heaving as I took in deep, heavy breaths. The damp sheets clung to my sweaty skin, serving as a stark reminder of the nightmare I had just endured. My heart continued to race, desperately trying to escape the vivid images that had played out in my mind. It was a haunting dream, one that I believed I had left behind. The experience felt all too real, as if I were reliving a painful moment from my past.

Glancing down at my legs, I couldn't help but feel a pang of fear, afraid they were rendered useless just as they had been in the dream. They felt heavy and unresponsive, making it difficult to move. Sweat trickled down my forehead while the pounding of my heart resonated loudly in my ears. The pain and fear rushed back to me in an instant, refusing to be shaken off.

The memories remained vivid, as though the traumatic event had occurred only yesterday. The screeching sound of tires losing traction, the loss of control over the vehicle—those sounds echoed in my mind. My own voice reverberated with screams of terror. The agonizing pain engulfed me once more, spreading throughout my body.

In an attempt to calm myself, I took deep breaths and reminded myself that the ordeal was in the past. I had survived the accident. Nevertheless, the haunting memories lingered, refusing to release their grip on me. Letting go proved to be a struggle.

Casting my gaze around the room, I tried to ground myself in the present. The room was bathed in the gentle glow of the rising sun, its rays attempting to permeate the space through the slats of the window blinds. A sigh escaped my lips as I reclined against the headboard, closing my eyes in an effort to regain my composure.

"Are you okay?" Mirabelle's raspy voice broke through the silence, startling me slightly.

I turned my head towards her, offering a reassuring smile. "Yeah, I'm fine," I replied, hoping to conceal any trace of distress in my voice.

Mirabelle, ever perceptive, seemed to study me for a moment, her gaze filled with concern. She reached out and caressed my jaw, offering a comforting touch. "You know, if something's bothering you, you can always talk to me," she said softly.

I appreciated her concern and her willingness to lend an ear, but the last thing I wanted was to burden her with my recurring nightmares. "It's just been a restless night, that's all," I replied, hoping to brush off any further inquiries.

She nodded, sensing that I wasn't ready to share the details of my unsettling night. She understood the importance of respecting my boundaries and allowed me the space to process things on my own. With a gentle squeeze of my hand, she silently reassured me of her support.

As she settled back into the pilloe, I watched her for a moment, grateful for her presence and understanding. She deserved a peaceful night's rest, undisturbed by my troubled dreams. With a tender smile, I leaned over and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, silently expressing my love and gratitude.

Once she had settled comfortably, I turned my attention back to myself, seeking solace in the solitude of the room. I allowed myself to be enveloped by the tranquillity of the moment, letting go of the remnants of the nightmare that still clung to me.

Closing my eyes, I focused on my breathing, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly. With each breath, I consciously released the tension and fear that had gripped me. Gradually, a sense of calm began to settle within me, replacing the lingering unease. Mirabelle's presence and the serenity of the morning helped to anchor me in the present moment, gradually distancing me from the harrowing images that had plagued my dreams.

It had been a while, almost a month since I had these nightmares. I couldn't help but wonder what had triggered its return. Could it be related to the conversation I had with my father during the recent family dinner, where the past accident was mentioned in passing and he had blamed Mirabelle for it? I recalled the unease that settled within me when my father brought up the topic. It seemed to have stirred something within me, awakening dormant memories and emotions.