To Feel In Control
Ch. 1
He opened his eyes and it was dark, dark and murky. It took him a minute to figure out where he was and once he did shear terror filled his body. He was under water, deep down in the darkest part. He looked around, but his eyes became blurry and he struggled for breath. His attempts at kicking to reach the surface were failed as a searing white hot pain filled his leg and rushed up it to his head. Blinded by the pain he pushed with his arms in an effort to reach the surface and breathe oxygen again instead of the water he was slowly taking in. He swam harder and harder, kicking with one leg and pulling with his arms, but the water just kept coming and coming, he felt as if he would never find the surface again.
Suddenly he opened his eyes again, fighting the white hot pain and found himself in his room, in his house. He sat up violently searching the room and finding the clock on the night stand. It was still pitch black, but his eyes adjusted to find that it was 3 AM. He was covered in sweat, as if he had gone for a 10 mile run and collapsed in bed. He got up, reached the bathroom, removed his sopping garments, took a shower and tried to recap what he had just experienced. He remembered that he fell asleep fairly quickly, after taking that run before dinner he was pretty exhausted with work and his run. After an episode of two of television and a shower he turned into bed and drifted away. Then he remembered the vivid drowning dream, and his struggle to breathe air. Something wouldn't let him get to the surface and he felt that the water was going to take his life. Then he woke up. He then realized that he was in the shower and was a little nervous, water suddenly scared him. He knew he would never drown in the shower but decided that that was enough water for one night and after finding a towel, sat on the couch in the dark.
"What is going on? I never dream like that, let alone dream at all." He thought about why he dreamt what he did, but decided to write it off as one of those things that just happens from time to time. Considering that it was close to 4AM now, he just watched television and drifted in and out until he heard his alarm sound in his room at 9:20. Waking groggy and still in his towel only he got ready for work, but skipped the morning run. Being up and down since 3 he decided that he didn't need to work his body too hard yet this morning. Hopefully Cuddy and Wilson wouldn't notice that he didn't run to work today, he could make up something if they did and rode to work, hoping to clear his dream from his head completely and focus instead on what kind of puzzle he would have to solve today.
