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Adam woke to the soft sunlight at Ronan’s window, with Ronan curled up beside him. Everything was quiet, except for Ronan’s steady breathing and Adam’s own harsh, ragged breaths. He’d woken from a nightmare. But this wasn’t like the kind he normally sometimes got, mixes of the double-wide and fists with unrelated content, or the feeling of his hands round Ronan’s throat with no friends there to stop him in the dream.
This one felt real.
He gently pushed at Ronan’s shoulder. He wouldn’t wake Ronan over a normal nightmare - even though Ronan had told him to do just that - but this was different. Ronan slept on uninterrupted.
“Ronan,” Adam said, pushing at him again, checking Ronan’s hands for a dream object that might have kept him still even after waking. There was nothing there. “Hey, Ronan, wake up.” Nothing.
“Ronan!” Adam said in what had become a shout. The dreamer slept on.