Keely slipped into a peaceful sleep within minutes. Phil stood up and carried her to her bed. He covered her up and stared at her. Fast asleep. The terror the both of them had gone through. He went back out to sit by the fire. As she slept, Phil racked his brains. He wanted to know what happened. He needed to know what happened. He couldn't figure out WHAT had happened. Terrible thoughts ran through his mind. He had to stop thinking about it. He got up and with one last glance at Keely to make sure she was okay, he went to the kitchen.
He took out a bag of popcorn and popped it in the microwave. He watched it spin round and round, the bag inflating. He poured hot butter around the bowl and sat back down on the couch. He gazed into the fire. Watching the crackling woods burn. Though his stares were interrupted by screams and yells. It scared him half to death, tossing the popcorn bowl up into the air. Pieces of popcorn rained down on him, getting stuck in his hair. He immediately ran to Keely. She was thrashing around in her bed. Her arms flinging though the air; wrapping the blankets around her body. One was wrapping around her neck. Phil ran in and tried to grab on to Keely's flailing limbs.
"Keely! Keely!" He yelled.
Cold sweat ran down her face.
"No! No! Please!" She cried, literally cried. No tears but her voice sounded like tears were about to burst at any moment.
"KEELY!"
She suddenly flung herself up and accidentally flew off the bed. Phil dropped down beside her. She was still whipping around. The blanket around her neck wrapping tighter. He grabbed a hold of her arms and held them down.
"KEELY!"
She abruptly took in a deep breath. She was shaking all over. You didn't have to touch her to feel it, you could see her body shaking. Phil gently unwrapped the blanket from Keely's neck. He put his hands under her back and pulled her up into a sitting position and leaned her against the bed. She sat there hugging her knees to her chest. Eyes closed and taking in quick shallow breaths. Phil got up and wetted down a washcloth in the bathroom. He sat down next to the trembling Keely-cat and lifted his hand to dab her face with the warm rag.
She unexpectedly pulled away from him and blocked her face with her arms. Her face appeared petrified. Phil stopped and looked at her bemused. He put the washcloth down.
"Keely…I'm not going to hurt you…" He said as he carefully drew her arms down away from her face.
She looked at him.