A sudden jolt of pain wakes me and I couldn’t be more thankful for it.
“I had the worst nightmare,” I mumble to James. “You wouldn’t believe it. I know they say that can sometimes happen with pregnancy, but I wasn’t expecting anything like this.”
James doesn’t answer, so I role over but instead of being greeted by James, I’m stopped by a horrible pain in my shoulder.
I open my eyes and look up at a dust filled sky.
I remember. But it can’t be. It all has to be a nightmare. It has to be a nightmare. This can’t be real life.
I close my eyes again as tears fall. If this wasn’t a nightmare, then they won’t ever stop falling. It has to be a nightmare. It has to be a nightmare.
I don’t want to look, but I know that I must. I have to get some sort of idea as to what’s real and what’s not
