Zimber

Another nightmare, Zimber sat up in bed, he was used to nightmares, getting out of bed he looked at the time, 3:54, he no longer wanted to sleep, despite the fact that Zimber fell asleep at 2:04, Zimber went to the kitchen to make tea and preferably find something to eat, he didn’t have parents, they had passed away 3 years ago, it doesn’t matter, Zimber made tea and sat at the table and began to think about his dream, it was too... real, but not memorable, Zimber sighed heavily and quietly said

Zimber: I hate nightmares..