Dreams
A Teen Titans story
Written by Corey W. Smith
I hate dreams.
They're the one aspect of my mind over which I have absolutely no control. And believe me, I've tried everything to address that. Nothing works, not even the mirror.
Most women can remember their dreams in detail, with little difficulty. I have to make a deliberate effort not to remember mine. For everyone's sake.
Sometimes I wake up crying. And then it takes everything to regain control before anything gets broken. But those aren't the worst.
Sometimes I wake up in a full-blown rage. Anger so deep it almost hurts, physically, to swallow it. The other Titans have no idea how many times I've completely destroyed my room in my sleep. And they never will. My privacy isn't just my shield, it's also theirs. But those aren't the worst, either.
Sometimes I wake up terrified, almost screaming, and I can never remember why. And it takes me a long time to calm down afterward. Also not the worst.
And then, sometimes…sometimes, I wake up hugging my pillow as tightly as I can. And it takes me a few seconds to figure out why it isn't still hugging me back.
Those. Those…are the worst.
