You Can Run Away With Me Anytime You Want

I woke up in the middle of the night, crying hysterically and screaming. I calmed myself down enough to practically throw some water down my throat, while I looked adjusted my eyes to the dark room.

My alarm clock told me it was 2:16 am. I sighed and rested my head back on the pillow.
I had no idea why I had woke up. I hadn't had a nightmare, or even a hint of something scary. I wasn't even dreaming. What was wrong with me?
Nothing would make me fall back into unconciousness; not counting sheep, not counting X-Men villians, nothing.

This was gonna be a horrible night- Well, morning.