Daniel springs up, forehead covered in beads of sweat. He heaves as if he had been running a marathon but cannot quench his thirst for oxygen.
Beside him, Noe rubs Daniel's back. Although their bodies are hot in the heat of their bedsheets, Daniel feels cold to the bone.
"Breathe, my love," Noe clasps Daniel's hand, bringing it to his heart. He lets Daniel feel the rises and falls of his chest but still Daniel's breaths come erratically.
Daniel turns to Noe with tears streaming down his face. Looking down in embarrassment, Daniel notes that his muscles have torn through his pyjamas, again.
At his apartment, Daniel kept so many pairs of pyjamas because he would rip through one pair every night he had this recurring nightmare. However, he continued to buy more of the same size; he would not give up hope that one day he could overcome his affliction.