I wake with a gasp. I feel miserable and the weather isn't helping. Windy. Thundering. No rain, but the conditions outside promise it. I'm not in the arena, I'm in bed at my home in district 12. Probably with the flu or something because I'm coughing now, and even though I'm wrapped under layers of blankets, I'm freezing. I can't tell if my shaking is from the nightmare or the sudden chill. "Katniss," I call out hoarsely. I need to make sure that dream was just a dream. The door opens and she pops her head in. One look at me and she sighs. "One second, Peeta." She leaves and comes back with a tray of food. I tell her I can feed myself, but she insists on feeding me like a baby. After I'm done she tests my forehead. "You're burning up," She says with a wince. "Try to sleep." I shake my head. I don't want to revisit that nightmare. So she stokes my hair and hums a soft lullaby until my eyes grow heavy and I fall into a dreamless sleep.