“Deckard!” Nadi shouted.  “Deckard, wake up!”

As she shook him, Deckard bolted upright into a sitting position as he was startled awake.  He was struggling to catch his breath as if he had just sprinted for a mile.

“Deckard, you’re hurting me,” Nadi said as she grabbed his forearm.

It was only then that Deckard realized that he had her wrist in a death grip.  He had gripped her so strongly in his sleep that he had left bruises on her.

“You were having a nightmare,” she whispered.

Deckard laid back down and tried to catch his breath.

“What were you dreaming about?”

“I don’t know,” Deckard said.