I had one of those nightmares last night. The really long ones that feel so real. You can smell, touch, and hear so clearly that it feels like reality. A new, terrifying reality where your dream self wonders how their life ended up in that place, and by the end of the dream you're in tears because of how much you hate that reality and wish you were gone, finally to wake up and realize it isn't real.
And then you lay there in your bed in the middle of the night, engulfed in darkness and surrounded by shadows as the dream still echoes through your mind, tormenting your tired spirit. You lay still, afraid to move, afraid to breathe, and much too afraid to fall back asleep.