Building something out of nothing

This is a post for Theme Thursday.

Perhaps it was just the nightmares.
Maybe it was because it had been so long since she'd shared a bed with someone else.
Hell, maybe she was just eating too much cheese before bed.

But she was waking up in the night in a cold sweat, confused and clammy.
Not every night, but a few.
She wouldn't know where she was, what she was doing, what she was feeling.

It was in some of these dark, frightful moments of the night that she would suddenly fear the arms around her, fear the repercussions of what she was doing, panic about who she was spendng her life with.

And when she fully awoke, things would never feel quite right immediately.

But after a little while, things would return to normal, and she wouldn't fret so much.
She would act as though these little episodes of terror in the dark had never occured, and endeavour to convince herself that there was nothing to be feared in the daylight.