Her screams are what woke him. Her screams were always what woke him. He would be so close, his hand right there, her outstretched one just as close. Breathing heavily, he pushed himself closer to the wall and hung his head in between his knees
"we'll get out of here…. the both of us…."
He clenched his jaw and willed the image of her forest green eyes out of his mind. Lifting his head, he looked at the clock sitting on the floor in the corner, the stark red numbers seeming to mock him and his inability to sleep throughout the night.
"I like the night…. the moon…. the quiet…. when life is tiptoeing between real and fantasy…."
With a heavy sigh he pushed himself up and began getting ready for the day. With his mind still fighting between the real and the fantasy
