Christopher Barker
I flew up in bed, drenched in sweat, pantin' for air. I looked over at the clock on my wall and sighed deeply.
3 hours. I had only gotten 3 hours of sleep.
The nightmare was always the same. I was drunkenly lookin' around tryin' to figure out where I was when I felt warmth on my arm; it was like I was standin' next to a campfire or somethin'. My eyes went in the direction of the heat, and what I saw sobered me up almost completely.
Our car was on fire. I tried to run towards the car; my fears running faster than my legs could, but before I could–
It blew up.
