Ignoring her, I kept screaming the name of my Savior and Lord, "Jesus!" till my eyes blast open and I woke up frightened, looking around scared to the teeth and out of air. Sweating like someone that just concluded a marathon. My dick is on fire, like a chili pepper was applied to it. As though the windows were open, a sudden chill swept through me, cutting on the marrow of my bones.
The door burst open and my mother came in, already panicking; she asked
"What is it? What is wrong with you?"
"Nothing, Mama, it was just a dream," I stuttered in denial.
"Just a dream that woke you up and you are sweating like a Christmas goat?" she asked, unbelief written all over her face.
I took a deep breath before responding, "It was a nightmare."
"What was it about?" she said, joining me in the bed and placing her cold hand over my warm shoulders.
"Nna, you should know that you can tell me anything, and I will not judge you."
