The shout shattered the night, and Jim had his gun in his hand before he was fully awake.
"Stop!"
Jim listened.
One heartbeat.
Racing.
Damn! Another nightmare.
"Don't do that!"
Jim put the gun away, and went to wake his roommate.
"Chief. Wake up. You're dreaming."
Bleary eyes cracked open.
"Jim."
"It's me. Wanna talk about it?"
Blair started to laugh.
"Sandburg!"
Blair kept laughing, but got out, "I'm sorry. It's just, there were no psychos, no kidnapping, no drugs, just plain old 'I'm teaching class and realize I'm naked and everybody laughs' kinda dream.
Jim started to laugh.
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