I was so tired. Of course I’d had to work Christmas Eve. I scowled as I dragged myself to my car. I glanced at the clock, it was 1 AM. “Merry Christmas,” I muttered to myself and headed over to Drew’s house.
I cut the engine and got out; I’d spent the last few nights at Drew’s house to save money on my heating bill. It was Sharon’s idea. I let myself in the front door with the spare key, sticking two presents under the tree in the living room before heading to the guest bedroom. I closed the door behind me and flicked on the light. I jumped, clapping a hand on my mouth to stifle the reflex yell. Drew was sitting on my bed, “Hey,” he said.
“Honestly, Drew, you gave me a heart attack,” I muttered.
“Merry Christmas,” he returned.
I sighed, “To you to. What are you doing?”
He shrugged, “Not sleeping.”
I blinked, “Why not?”
He looked away, blushing, “I didn’t want… a repeat of last night. Not on Christmas.”
Last night, I’d witnessed one of Drew’s nightmares. I’d awoken to the sound of him screaming.