I CAN'T SLEEP ?PHAN

I woke up alone and almost panicked that my horrifying dream had come true but I noticed I wasn't in my bed, I was surrounded by a blue and green duvet and shelves of nerdy knickknacks and the shadow of Phil's arms around me.
I almost cringed at the remembrance and sighed, I only ran to him like a needy dog because I was scared just like anyone else would find comfort when they were frightened.
I sat up then stood from the bed and made my way to the kitchen where there was a messily scrawled note taped on to the fridge that read:
gone to the supermarket! breakfast in the fridge if you want any ~Philly
I scoffed and ripped it off, throwing it in the garbage but an evident smile still traced on to my lips. I grabbed the plate of eggs and toast from the fridge to heat up in the microwave and leaned against the counter waiting.
Sure, being in Phil's arms was warm and comforting and I slept like a baby but.. well I don't know what. That was just the truth, there were no buts about it. Would I ever sleep in his bed with him again? Probably not. It was needy and immature and I really need to stop thinking about how warm he was.
The microwave beeped away as I had finished up my scattered thoughts. I took it out and carefully set it on the table, plopping down on the breakfast stool with a fork in hand.
"I'm hooome!" Phil called as I was lazily sprawled out on the couch, my belly full and a random show playing on the TV that I wasn't paying much attention to; the only thing that was on my mind was how much I wished I could feel his warmth. Being cold was getting pretty old.
Phil peeked in the living room before continuing to the kitchen to put away groceries, checking on me. When he was done shoving random food products in the fridge and cupboards, he sat next to me on the couch.
"I think we need to talk about this," he said almost monotone, his eyes trained not at me but at the television across the room.
I nodded in agreement, pulling my fists up to my mouth and letting my arms rest next to each other at my chest.
"What's been happening, Dan?" he asked cautiously, his eyes glancing between me and the reality show.
I let out a little sigh, burying my head in my hands before saying anything, "I have a lot of nightmares."
"About what?" Phil finally met my eyes, his gaze soft and careful.
"Bad things, horrible things, I don't know why," I remembered all the terrible things that flashed through my mind as I slept, the creatures and the blood.
"Is that why you came in my room last night?" my cheeks heated up just being reminded of the events that took place the night before, regardless, I nodded.
"You can come into my room if you need to, Dan. You don't have to go through this alone," he mumbled. It surprised me, he wasn't reacting
how I thought he would before, he was almost understanding, and caring. He didn't freak out and call a therapist, he was just curious and if that didn't make my eyes water I don't know what did.
"Thanks."
"Anytime."

A/N
i try to update almost daily but my writing is always ew forgive me