Ona sat up suddenly, her breathing unsteady and her heartbeat rapid. Tears rolled down her cheeks as wide, scared eyes searched the dark corners of her room. She quickly turned the lamp on her bed stand on, shedding a soft glow apon the small room. Tucking her chin ntop of her knees, she silently hyperventalated, sobbing quietly every now and then. Fear welled up inside her, making it almost impossible to swallow, and pushing more scared tears out of the young green eyes. After sitting in the dimly lit room for what seemed like hours, Ona pushed aside her soft blanket and, grabbing her lietuvita, creeped over to her door. She opened it slowly, winceing as it creeked. Suddenly light flashed through her window followed by a loud crash, which sent t already frightened girl down the hall to her parents room sobbing. She threw open the door and jumped into her fathers' bed as anther boom echoed through the house. Ivan grunted slighty and Toris cracked one sleepy green eye to greet the sight of his 4 year old daughter sobbing and trying to snuggle between the two. The lithuanian chuckled.

"Ar turite blogÄ… sapnÄ… mano angelas?" Did you have a bad dream my angel? He asked quietly, smoothing her fair hair back. The girl nodded and buried her face into her fathers chest sobbing. The sleepy man shushed her softly, moving to fit her inbetween him and Ivan, and quietly sung a lullaby into her ear. Ona snuggled and listened to her father's lullaby and heartbeat. Eventually, Toris's singing stopped and his breathing slowed. Ona looked up to see Toris's peaceful face and felt safe in his arms. Her fear had finally vanished, and she was able to drift off into a peaceful sleep full of meaningless colors and shapes.

Lietuvita is a popular old fashioned lithuanian doll... hee~ R&R pweez~~