The nightmares seem to be getting worse. Each night, they get more terrifying and horrible. Each night, I wake up screaming and trashing. Sometimes I'm so loud, our children hear and come running in, terrified of what they might find. They try to calm me but never really can. Only Peeta can truly calm me. His arms wrapped around me are the only thing that can make me feel safe.
Our daughter's name is Rose. She was named after my sister, Primrose. Our son's name is Gale, named after my best friend. I didn't want kids. I know the Hunger Games are over and they're safe, but for how long? How long will it take before something like the Games come along again. The thought scares me so I dismiss it immediately.
I wake one night from an awful nightmare. Peeta and I are back in the Quarter Quell. Finnick and Johanna are with us. But instead of me being rescued, the rebels let the Capitol take me. I'm in the hands of President Snow, being hijacked to believe Peeta is a mutt sent to kill me. I reunite with Peeta and try to kill him, except I'm successful. I live with the guilt for the rest of my dream, until I wake screaming.
Peeta's rubbing a finger across my forehead, wiping away sweat and tears. I cry into his shoulder and slowly get my heart beat back to normal. We lay in each other's arms for hours, not saying a word. All of a sudden, I come to realization: I never want to lose Peeta. I can't live without him. Lastly, I'm damn happy that I have the dandelion in the spring to comfort me.