A man lay under his quilt, his eyes shut tight. The only movements came from the occasional twisting of his eyebrows, the only sounds coming from his rapid and restless breathing.
The rain outside pitter-pattered on the window and cracks of lightning could be seen jumping between the high-rise buildings. Peals of thunder cracked from the faraway skies, but they boomed in people's ears as though they descended from right above their heads.
Under the cracking thunder, the man suddenly woke up. He was swallowing very hard to help his dry throat. In a flash of lightning, the touch of panic in his eyes quickly faded as his breathing pattern also slowly calmed down.
"That nightmare again..." Pressing the dry lips, the man reached out his hand to touch the white bedside cabinet, which had a cup of cold boiled water he poured last night.
"Crack!"
It was another thunderclap, rumbling above the roof.