"NO, NO. Jared run, run Jared. Jared, watch out."
I screamed Jared's name, Jolting awake from my sleep and looked around the room frantically with no idea what I was looking for but let out a groan as I pat my body, and I noticed my shirt is once again doused in my sweat for the fourth time this week.
Getting off the bed, I pull my shirt over my head and throw it in the basket meant for my dirty clothes before heading to the bathroom for a quick shower.
I needed to cool my head. I can't believe I am having nightmares by this time of the day.
I stand under the showerhead letting the cold water run down my spine and chest, and I feel the steam in my nerves cooling down.
Slowly my mind drifted to how frequent these dreams about Jared are becoming, and I can't help wonder why.
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