Fragile memories (Winterwings and Ashen Grim)
Louisa woke up, gasping for air. Her light brown hair was sticky around her face and neck because of her sweating, as well as her normally a bit too oversized shirt was also sticking to her skin. She swallowed, turning the light on right beside the bed, lying down again. She looked at the ceiling, trying to remind herself that it was only a nightmare, that it wasn't for real. After only a few minutes she got up, having a glass of water in the kitchen.
Going back to bed, Louisa knew she wasn't going to be able to go back to sleep. The images and sounds were still too close to be ignored. She picked up her phone, typing quickly.
"Can we chat? I had a nightmare 'bout the rape. Can't go back to sleep. Please."
Sending it, she laid down, listening for the sound of an incoming message.