He is torn out of his sleep with a silent scream on his lips. His chest rises and falls with his deep, heavy breaths, and cold sweat is on his forehead, and trickling down his back; his hands claw at the grey bed sheet, and there is a scratchy noise as his fingernails rake over the rough material, unnerving him. The window is opened wide, permits cool, fresh air to flow inside. Disgusted, Sirius contorts his face, touches the dry roof of his mouth with his tongue. It is as if his breath stank, as if his mouth was putrid: hot and furry feel his gums, and he is aware of every single of his teeth, as if they were loose, as if they were about to fall out. His eyes are stuck together with some strange fluid and he squeezes them shut tightly, one, twice, thrice. In the blackness behind his eyelids he finds refuge: calm down, it’s over, ‘t was just a dream.
-From a Harry Potter Fanfic
‘Failed’ by roterhimmel at http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4432077/1/Failed
