Sans is asleep in his room. I'm in my own. I checked my phone and it says it's 2 am. I slept for about an hour before I woke back up in a cold sweat. My bones are still rattling from my nightmare. My soul is shaking. This one was more vivid. It was when.. When they.. I can still feel the cold sting of metal across my chest. Even now while I'm writing I have to look down to make sure my ribs are still intact. No cuts. No blood. No dust. I just want it to stop.