Springing upright in bed, Audrie woke from her dream with a strangled, painful scream. Her skin sizzled with sweat, tinged a burning pink, as she desperately tried to find the lamp switch. Her whole body was lit up on pure energy. She was shaking, adrenaline and panic firing through her from one nerve ending to the other. 

Even with the bedroom lamp on, her eyes couldn’t adjust to where she was. Her bedroom, her boyfriend in bed beside her, their dog at the foot of the bed, both gawking at her, one trying to calm her down. “I saw it again, I saw it again,” she choked through tears that cascaded down her cheeks like hot lava. 

She saw herself dying. 

“Why don’t we start from the beginning, again?” suggested Dr. Rhodes, leaning back in his tan colored armchair, crossing his leg over the other and watching her intently. “From the first time you had the nightmare?” 

“It’s not a nightmare,” Audrie stated monotonously, her expression showing no further reaction to the statement. 

“Right, my apologies, your…premonition,” he corrected, the word coated with skepticism.