Maisie's POV
I woke up with a start, gasping for breath. The dream had felt too real to be anything but a nightmare. And yet it had been just as vivid and real as the last time I’d had one in months.
It was weird that this nightmare was suddenly back, I could still feel it, could almost taste it, like an invisible presence that had invaded my mind from behind me even as I was asleep.
I rolled over, blinking rapidly as I looked around to find Lance, I saw the dent in the bed and he was nowhere to be found.
I jumped down rushing to Dylan's crib, my heart thumping loudly as I took him out of his blanket cocoon and held him close in a tight embrace, he whimpered slightly at the contact, but he didn't wake up.
The dream had felt so real… so real I was worried now about what exactly it all meant.
I'd thought that maybe it was nothing more than a bad dream or some sort of memory, but apparently not it wasn't.