"Mom!" I yell. I can hear mother running through the hallway to come and get me. She appears in the doorway.
"What happened?" she asks in her raspy voice.
"I had a bad dream," I say.
"Sage, you're eleven. You should know how to handle yourself.
"I'm sorry mother." I look down and frown.
She walks over and sits on my bed. "You don't have to be sorry. I just thought you were in trouble."
"Oh," I respond.
"Would you like to tell me about your dream?" she asks.
"Sure." Mother motions for me to go on. "It was about Aunt Prim. I - I dreamed about her burning."
I see a tear go down mother's eye.
"I'm sorry to upset you," I say feeling guilty.
"It's okay. I just miss her," she says. I know she doesn't "just" miss her. I hear her screaming her name some nights. Other nights she yells nonsense about someone named Snow or Finnick or anything or anyone else.
"Look Sage, I'm tired. Can you do me a favor and go to bed?" she asks in a pleading voice.
"Ok, mother," I respond. She walks out of the room and I fall back asleep, trying to visualize Prim.