I'm alone. I'm utterly alone in this world. The one thing I used to want so badly, now it's come true to haunt me.
I get out of bed and stumble towards the table for breakfast. Or whatever you call a snack at 3:00 AM. The nightmares woke me up. And after them, usually I can't fall back as quickly as I could with Peeta. Just his name rips my heart a little more. The happy, cheerful memories fly through my head. I miss him. Oh, I miss him so bad. It's torture in my house, room, everywhere, because I can feel his presence. I can almost see his loving eyes, reach for those strong arms, blush at his smile.
I sigh and lay back in bed. But it's useless. The only thing that can protect me from nightmares is the thing I can never get back.