Serena was awoken by the sudden jerk of Paolo jolting himself awake as he was covered in sweat from a nightmare pertaining to the woman at his side. The details of the dream itself were too horrific to explain to her or think of twice without feeling the need to projectile anything consumed in the last twenty four hours from his lips from the contents of his stomach. To prevent this from happening, he simply remained in place while basking in the care of Serena’s hand rubbing circular motions upon his back made sticky from his perspiration.
“What is it?” She questioned, desperate to know, but as his eyes fell to her, he could only rise from the sheets and pace the floor as the time of night was a mystery to them both-but it was clear dawn was beginning to break due to the clouds lighten
