Bryan's POV
I stir in my sleep, open my eyes and yawn loudly. I sit upright thinking it is my usual time to wake up and go to work when my eyes go to the wall clock, I realize it is 7 am already.
I curse and try to climb down from the bed when I see the mug sitting comfortably on the nightstand beside me. The memories of what happened some few hours ago rushed and I shut my eyes in denial.
I throw my head back against the headboard, opening my eyes. I can't believe Celine came into my room again and saw me having a nightmare.
Why is this nightmare becoming incessant? Do I need a therapist again after so many years?
My fist clenched in anger as I curse under my breath. I hit the bed, making my comforter push up against my body.
I hate this!
I hate this feeling!
I hate being pa
