Daxton’s p.o.v.
Like every night, I wake up covered in sweat. I had another nightmare, but like always I can’t remember what is was about.
I have had this nightmare for almost twenty seven years and I can’t remember a single detail after waking up, not one single thing that can help me understand this. No sound, no smell, no image.
At first I thought it might have something to do with Sage, but as time passed and details kept alluding me, I gave up hope to find answers in that nightmare.
I say nightmare, because I feel trapped afterwards and it never is a good feeling. The sweat is also telling me that it is a nightmare and even after all these years I hate waking up like this.
Almost as if the events from twenty seven years ago happened all over again, but just like back then I can’t
