Treve

Jake slowly opened his eyes to check the surrounding space. It was all a big blank canvas without a single splash of paint in it. He turned on himself, but it was just white, white, white all around him. The bright light and the emptiness of the space it was starting to choke him, like a crowd did to an agoraphobic. He looked to his hands. Normal. Counted the fingers. Exactly ten, five in each hand as it always was been. He looked to himself. He was dressed in simple clothes, his usual simples clothes. Tight dark-washed jeans and plain black shirt loose around his torso. Even his hand-made leather bracelet was there in its place. What the h

Josh was awakened by the rocking motion of his mattress. Still half asleep he realized the cause of his awakening: Emma struggled restless on her side of the bed, immersed in what seemed like a terrible nightmare. - No... No... - She moaned softly, between her twists and turns. - Let him go. – She said louder. - Josh ... Josh's heart beat wildly, both swollen with pride to have someone in his life who cared enough about him to have nightmares about his misfortune, but also stressed over his main instinct that had become to pull her out of that terror. Turning on himself, he got his arm over the covers and pulled her toward him, leaning