Imagine mornings with Johnny

Monday

Your eyes snap open and you bolt upright, your breathing heavy and your heart pumping. Everything is fuzzy in the dark room, you can't see, you can't think, you can't hear for the ringing in your ears and the shock of the nightmare.
A pair of strong arms wrap around your waist and Johnny pulls you pack onto his chest, hugging you to him tightly.
"It's okay," he whispers, "it was just a dream." He kisses you lightly on the head and strokes your hair gently.
You still feel uneasy but his voice and touch is comforting against the cold of the night. You glance at the clock '6:08 am' and nestle back into him, entwining your fingers between his, you kiss his chest and rest your head against him feeling the rise and fall of this breathing and the sound of his heart beating quietly.
You drift into a peaceful sleep.