Serenity’s Bliss (Part 10)
Bentley lay in his bed, deep in slumber. Beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, covers kicked back, undershirt sticking to his skin, his face was disheveled during his sleep. The alarm clock screamed. He bolted upright, chest heaving, sheets soaked, his eyes roamed the room in a panic. No one was there.He was safe. He let out the breath he had been holding. “Damn, these dreams are…









