“THUD.”
On 13 March, Mark Coleman’s eyelids jolted open, as his bedframe shook. His 11-month-old rottweiler, Lil’ Hammer, cowered under the bed. Chronic nightmares had plagued Coleman since childhood, but it was his dog who woke him around 3am that morning. Coleman left his childhood bedroom – he was on an overnight stay visiting his parents – for a glass of water.
