Word Count: 100
Nightmares
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'Run, run, you're running, running out of time, searching. The sky is black and you hurt all over and the waters are swaying in warning, you have to get out, get out, run. Metallic taste in your mouth, the intangible heaviness of a borrowed hat hanging from your neck, the fear coursing through your veins. You are searching for something…someone, through the black smoke and falling rubble from the sky, the bursts of bombs ringing through your ears until, there, a body, red and blue and unmoving. Nonononono'
"hhhhhh!" Gasping awake, a nightmare. Just a nightmare.