He was woken by his recurrent nightmare. As usual he was pressing down hard on the sheets with his palms. Why did he do that, he wondered. The nightmare was always the same. In it they were looking into his mind. Cold sweat popped on his brow. He panted, breathless and looked involuntarily to the window.
THE SEEDS OF CONTENTMENT
THE SEEDS OF CONTENTMENT
THE SEEDS OF CONTENTMENT
He was woken by his recurrent nightmare. As usual he was pressing down hard on the sheets with his palms. Why did he do that, he wondered. The nightmare was always the same. In it they were looking into his mind. Cold sweat popped on his brow. He panted, breathless and looked involuntarily to the window.