Mack

I pulled away from her, shaking like I was having a seizure. The room was dark, and for a moment I only heard my own heavy breaths. I felt like I was drowning in black waters, unable to get back to the surface. Slowly and steadily I started recognising my bedroom, my clothes on the floor, and Claire. Sweat drenched my face; my T-shirt was stuck to my back. It was just a nightmare. I was dreaming about that day when Charlotte made a decision to leave Claire and check out that damned bungalow. I cursed a few times, trying to lift myself off the floor, desperate for more...