it’s 3 in the morning when kid shoots up in his bed, a cold sweat glistening across his forehead, chest heaving with breath after breath. it felt like the oxygen still wasn’t getting into his lungs, no matter how deeply he breathed. a shaking hand goes to grip at the bedsheet, but it does nothing to help make him feel grounded. the nightmare of what happened is playing on repeat in his mind like a bad movie that won’t quit, and for a moment he thinks he’s going to faint.
that is, until he sees a familiar figure on the other side of his trailer headquarters, only a few feet away (no pun intended).
“ what are you looking at, chuck? ” the kid asks, still angry and reeling from the dream. he tries to ignore to sting of tears at the corners of his eyes.
“ dont people on your planet sleep? ”
. / @fiictional
