It was before dawn, a time when the world was still tucked away in peaceful slumber within the coziness of warm blankets.
Back in Ivan's room at the academy, the couple lay sprawled lazily across the bed. One remained in a deep, undisturbed sleep, while the other lay with eyes shut with a peaceful expression.
Soon, however, his eyes began to move beneath his lids. Signs of distress started to build within him, spreading like ripples caused by a stone thrown into calm water.
His breathing turned erratic, and his pulse quickened just moments before his eyes snapped open. They were shining a bright, fiery orange, like two burning suns. His skin broke out in a cold sweat, and his heart thudded loud and clear against his ribs.
Try as he might, he was unable to calm himself, even after several attempts to take deep, stabilising breaths.
He sprang up in bed and buried his face in his palms, trying once again to rid himself of the horrible nightmare.
