Her eyes flashed open and her heart skipped, it was just a dream.
The tears flooded her eyes and she panicked.
She hopped out of her bed and ran to Jack's.
"Jack!" She cried, jumping on top of him.
Jack opened his eyes and sat up,
"What is it this time?" Jack asked sarcastically
He looked into her teary eyes, her lip began quivering and she started sobbing.
"Hey, hey, hey... What's wrong?" Jack pulled his sister to his chest and stoked her hair.
Her sobs were muffled by his pajamas.
He rocked her back and forth, trying to shush her crying.
"Shh... It's alright, it's alright, Mary," He whispered.
After awhile she stopped crying, and sat in his arms.
"What's wrong, Mary?" Jack repeated.
She revealed her smeared face to him, gasping for air.
"I...I had a... bad... dream..." She cried,
He felt heartbroken, he hating seeing his sister like this.
"We were sitting around the fire, and Thomas pushed you in."
Jack sat there for a moment, shocked. He burst out with laughter, covering his mouth.
"It isn't funny!" She started sobbing again.
He pulled her back into a cuddle.
"Mary... Since when did Thomas become a murderer, pushing people in fires?" Jack laughed.
"I know, he isn't. It was just a dream... It was so real though... I thought you actually..." She cried harder.
Jack shushed her, controlling his laughter.
"Mary, I promise you, I am not going to fall in the fire."
She stuck her nose up,
"I know that!" She whined .
Jack giggled some more, but stopped when he realized how serious she was.
Jack stared at her for a moment and sighed,
"...Do you want to sleep with me tonight?"
She nodded her head and sniffed.
Jack opened the covers for her and she crawled in.
He held her close, as her breathing regulated.
"Jack...?" She whispered.
"Yeah?"
"Don't tell anyone about the dream, I am not a baby, anymore..."
Jack laughed,
"Alright, goodnight, Mary."
Jack turned over on his side and watched her sleep.
He tucked a lose strain of hair behind her ear.
She wasn't a baby, anymore.
His sister was growing up.
