Kiah's eyes snapped open as she jolted upright, breath ragged. Cold beads of sweat clung to her forehead, and her fingers twisted the bedsheet in a desperate grip. Her gaze darted around the dimly lit room before she released a slow, deliberate breath to calm the frantic rhythm of her heart.
Gradually, she loosened her hold on the sheets and pushed herself upright, drawing her knees close to her chest. Her skin felt clammy, her pulse heavy in her ears.
This was the second time that week she'd been yanked out of sleep like this. Kiah couldn't recall what she had dreamt of, only the residual panic that lingered in her bones. Judging from her body's reaction, it must have been a nightmare. One that vanished the moment her eyes opened.
It irritated her to no end.
'What is the point of dreaming if I can't remember it?' she thought bitterly.
