Sweet Dreams

Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight characters but can relate to Leah.

Dedicated to my Daddy, Ron Miller, passed 05/31/2006. We miss you Daddy every single day. ^-^

Leah walks inside the house letting out a huge yawn and stretching out her muscles and cracking her joints. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes she stands on swaying legs. "I'm home." Leah calls to the house not really expecting to hear a response back. Everyone's out – they always are now. Walking through the kitchen towards the living room Leah hears the TV playing and stops short to see Harry sitting in his favorite chair watching television. Leah rubs her eyes and looks around her in shock.

"Hey, Lee, how was your day?" Harry asks with a warm smile.

"Long." Leah says sitting down on the floor in front of the television. "What are we watching?" She asks fighting back another yawn.

"AMC, The Good, The Bad & The Ugly." Harry says getting comfortable under his blanket and turning his attention back to the TV.

"Cool." Leah says and starts watching and even whistles along to the soundtrack. Looking down at the floor Leah slowly looks back up at her Dad. "Hey, Dad."

"Yea, darling?" Harry asks.

"I had a really weird dream."

"About what?"

"That, that you died." Leah says looking at her Dad with a chuckle.

"I died? Well if that's what you're dreaming about then I don't want you dreaming about me anymore." Harry says and Leah laughs nodding her head.

"I'll try and dream better dreams, Daddy." Leah says turning her attention back to the movie. She loves watching Clint Eastwood movies because it's one of the few things that just involves just the two of them – she and her Daddy. No Mom, no Seth, just the two of them along with Clint Eastwood, John Wayne and anything dealing with the History Channel.

Opening her eyes Leah finds herself in her bed with her face and pillow both soaked with tears. Sitting up in bed Leah wipes her face sniffing. With a sigh she gets out of bed and walks down the hall checking into her parents' room. Just as she expected the only body in bed is her mother's. Her father's side empty. Getting back in her bed Leah pulls the sheet up to her shoulder and smiles as more silent tears roll down her face. "I'll try and dream a lot more of these better dreams, Daddy." Leah says before drifting back off to sleep again.

A/N: Well this is just a one-shot that hit me while at work today. My Dad died 3-years ago and it was really unexpected but, despite, knowing that it's hard not to place the blame on yourself. Maybe if I had been more aggressive in getting him to go to the doctor maybe I could've saved him. But, this is actually a dream that I had about my Dad that helped me get over my grief because I now know that a part of him is always with me.

So in this new year of 2010 may it be better than your last and definitely than your worst. Remember to love and cherish your dear ones because tomorrow is never promised today.