5. Your character walking in on mine waking from a nightmare.
Merlin rolled out of bed and crashed onto the ground, a silent scream tearing out of his throat. He sat up shakily and struggled to catch his breath. He was sweating, and the room was stiflingly hot.
The warlock shivered. The heat had contributed to a harsh bout of nightmares for the past few nights, each of them involving him burning for sorcery. Merlin hadn’t had such intense dreams for a long time.
He jumped slightly as he heard his door creak and saw that someone had been standing in the doorway the entire time and had probably seen his embarrassing tumble out of bed.
Habitually, he tried to force a small smile. Summer? What are you doing here? Are you alright?
“I heard your fear,” she whispered. “I’ve /been/ hearing it, actually, but tonight was — I couldn’t sleep either.”