Isla
I needed to wake up. I couldn’t breathe. f**k I couldn’t breathe, why can’t I wake up?
“Baby?” Jackson’s arms were around me.
Why did they feel so real?
This was a dream. This was a dream. It had to be a dream.
I opened my eyes and saw the soft gray light through the thick curtains.
It wasn’t a dream. I was awake.
Babe, those are your memories - Adrastea said softer than I ever heard from her.
No - I said both to Adrastea and out loud.
“Isla, tell me what’s wrong. You’re shaking.” He brushed my hair out of my eyes, and I realized it was damp, matted to my face. “You’re okay.” He pulled me towards him, “You scared me there. I couldn’t get you to respond for a few minutes.”
Normally, his touch would soothe me, his scent would calm me down, but it felt like too much. I felt con
