108. Hell's Dish

**108. Hell's Dish**

***Maeve Thorne***

I wake up being decorated with sweat, I remember having a nightmare where I was trapped in a dark cubicle, I screamed, yelled, panicked until chill sparks ran over my skin and I was engulfed by warm arms.

My fingers crawl over the messy bedsheet beside me. He was there. He slept with me. It’s been two days since I had seen him, touched him, felt him under my