Yuna woke up gasping.
She sat up swiftly, her hand reaching toward the bunk frame beside her. She grasped it, took deep breaths, and surveyed the room, allowing reality to gradually reassert itself, much like after the worst moments.
The barracks room contained four bunks. She heard the soft sound of Shin breathing on the opposite bunk. Anya's clipboard rested on the small shelf near her head.
The building was cloaked in a subtle darkness at this hour, not complete darkness, but the dim amber glow from the perimeter panel light seeping under the door from the hallway.
She sat there for a long moment with her hand on the bunk frame and her heart doing what hearts did coming down from something and told herself to breathe properly.
The dream had been as vivid as only those that weren't truly dreams can be. It wasn't blurry at the edges or a patchwork of unrelated images like typical sleep; instead, it was sharp, ordered, and rich in texture, with every detail precise.
