Amara woke with a deep gasp. She felt numb like she had been pulled out a strong tide. It’s how she had been waking up for the last month. She held her chest and tried to calm herself but the more she thought, the tighter it seemed to get until she was nearly choking and gasping for breath.
“Breathe,” she told herself. It’s what she did every time she had dreams like these, the ones that jumbled her mind up so much that she saw them as nightmares.