You slept with your eyes moving feverishly under their lids. I watched you during this and couldn't help wondering what was wrong. Were you sick? Were you dreaming? Or was it a nightmare? My thoughts and questions disturbed me. I couldn't bear your mumbling, twitching, and panicky breaths so, I shook you. It didn't work; you still slept as if in a coma. I pinched you, pushed you off the bed, poured cold water over your body, and even plugged your nose. The dream kept you prisoner and forced you to go through it. I heard you whimper and cry out desperately but there was nothing I could do. I had to watch you suffer and hope the dream wouldn't kill you or make you wake up, mangled and broken. So now, I wait.