Chapter 43

Chapter forty three: celebrate the crush

Karen shot out of bed in the middle of the night, woken up by a night mare of a wolf chasing her down the road.

She sat up, covered in sweat and breathing heavily. She looked around her, the familiar sight of her room reminding her that she was at home, in her bed and not being chased down a cold road.

She wiped sweat off her brow and got out of bed. A cold wind from her open window made her shiver and hug herself.

Nightmares. Her constant companion.

Ever since her escape, she struggled with them. Often times she would get drugs to help her sleep better but the drugs would only make her cranky and irritable. So she stopped taking them.

She walked out of her room, intending to get a drink of water. She passed her son's room and backtracked. She walked inside, quietly so as not to make a noise. He was asleep in his bed, surrounded by stuffed animals. His favorite was a white wolf stuffed toy he had seen in a shop one day. He didn't shut up til