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She looked at the plastic container that she'd kept on top of her bedside table. She was sick of the pills hiding inside the tiny, translucent yellow jar. All because they made her sleep. And whenever she falls off to sleep, she gets those dreadful nightmares. In some of those dreams, she would see things so other-worldly that sometimes she'd forget to breathe, and then wake up breathless, sweating profusely. Her bed would be drenched in sweat and she would be unable to sleep for days after she gets one of those nightmares.

She'd been having these dreams on and off since she was a kid.

She finally managed to convince herself to pop one of those pills again because she hadn't slept in four days and she looked like hell. Sid will be back in a few days and if he sees her like this, there will be a long lecture on how she has to take good care of her health and how much sleep she should be getting. But Sid doesn't really know how terrifying it was for her to sleep. He…