Nightmare

The bed dips, and the sheets move, letting cold air caress my skin.

I turn to them, opening my arms. Their skin is cold and sweaty, and I know without asking that it's another nightmare.

They crawl into my arms, settling against me with practiced ease.

I can feel the small shivers that run up their back even as they try to make them disappear. I place a soft kiss on their forehead, tightening my hold on them. The only things I can do to help.

"Don't leave me, please."

He tucks his head in my neck. "I promise, Dray."