She didn't remember the first time she had one of her ' dreams'.
What she did remember was the gasping feeling of terror it left her in, how her hands shook as they clutched at the blanket and how her throat felt scratchy from the screams.
No one was home then, her father and Chewie off doing some mission, and her mother working late to finish one thing or another in the Rebel base.
Ben was in the apartment, woken up by the scream and the panicked feeling he could feel come from her room. He came in, and held her hand and whispered soothing words until she fell back asleep.
And then Ben started showing signs of something more.
He was gone not long after, holding Uncle Luke's hand instead of hers as he was taken away.
Everything changed.
Mother became more busy, and daddy never came home.
She was left to gasp awake by herself as her sleeping dreams became waking dreams and the little voice in her head grew louder until it overtook her voice and became her own.
With it the dreams became easier, the soothing whisper of 'It's ok, I'm here and you're not alone. Breathe. Breathe.' It helped her get the images out of her head, to focus on the happier ones and turned what was once the shaky hand of a child's crayon into a remembered artists fingers.
It let her face her fears of the blackened edge of her nightmares and give into a peaceful acceptance of what she saw. She let go, and the warmth purred in contentment, wrapping around her like the sun's heat.
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