It was years ago since the last nightmare; a skeleton popped out from a box, chasing after the girl, who ran as fast as she could, not looking back, all the way to her mother’s room. Waking up in the middle of the night has never been good, as it could either be due to insomnia or a dream which would freak us out terribly; whichever it is, it is unpleasant. Yesterday, the mutated species showed up, trying to bite her neck off. Awful feelings having to be stared by an unknown, seeing two shadows standing outside the room and that no one else is there to lend her their helping hands; it was only a dream, yet, the anxiety, the fear and the helplessness were so real. The two shadows were the last sight of the nightmare, where she is again back to reality, knowing it was merely a dream, where a text was sent to the dearest who is 15 hours away, seeking for comfort and a call was then received. Smile. Perhaps this is the only advantage of having nightmares, to know someone is there by our sides, reminding us that it was just a dream and nothing more, supporting us when we are about to collapse, telling us everything would be fine and that we are safe. With the company of those who care, we are able to sleep soundly; just like how we used to squeeze ourselves in between our parents whenever we have nightmares, like what we always do whenever we wake up in the middle of the night; simply because we know that we are safe, especially we have someone who cares.
