N I G H T M A R E S // Phan

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Dans hands were wet and where clung tightly onto the wheel and his foot sore from how hard he pushed it onto the petal and how long he's had it there. He drove into the abyss, into absolutely nothing. He couldn't even see the road and he didn't
know how to drive. But he kept going because he didn't have a choice, until he woke up he had to keep driving. And he was scared, terrified of nothing because something was chasing him but he had no idea what but he was forced to get away from it because he was put into this dream and he heard its skin slap against the rough tile every time and Dan screamed because it got faster and he could hear it's breathing and all Dan wanted and do was wake up and he did. Dan finally woke up in a cold sweat again. It was all to familiar. "Dan.." He snapped his head to be greeted by Phil's concerned expression."mm." Dan hummed, sleepily. Phil placed his hands on Dans shoulders and pushed him down back onto the mattress. Dan whimpered because he was tired and wanted to sleep but was to scared. If he slept he could be put back into the same dream for hours. Phil shushed him and wrapped his arms around Dan so hard it hurt but Dan sighed. He felt safe in someone's arms especially Phil's. Sometimes when he fell asleep in Phil's arms he would have a completely different dream, a good dream. He always forgot what it would be about but he woke up happy.