"Sophie... Run!"
Saying that Jude woke up from his nightmare. He was sweating. His breathing was heavy.
As Jude wiped the sweat from his brow, he took a few deep breaths to steady his racing heart. The remnants of the nightmare still lingered in his mind, casting a shadow over the tranquility of the morning.
Gently, he reached out to stroke Sophie's hair, reassured by the warmth of her presence beside him. Her peaceful slumber offered a stark contrast to the horrors he had just endured in his dream.
With a sigh, Jude swung his legs over the edge of the bed and planted his feet on the floor. He rose slowly, his muscles still tense from the lingering fear of his subconscious imaginings.
Glancing around the room, Jude took in the familiar sights, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, the gentle rustle of leaves outside the window. Gradually, the vivid images of the nightmare began to fade, replaced by the comforting reality of the present moment.
