I've decided to continue this. It's
been a while since I have, though. I hope you enjoy!
I
was having such a wonderful dream... Such a wonderful dream.
But that was until I felt something attack me in my sleep.
I shot up in bed, odd, groggy slurs coming out of mouth. I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hands and looked down at a particularly strange bundle on my lap. It was quivering.
I poked at the
bundle and grinned.
"Patrick," I said softly, undoing the
taut blanket. "Why are you awake?"
I looked over at Bella,
who appeared to be dead to the world. Still, I couldn't risk it.
Bella's wrath when woken up from deep slumber would rival that of a
werewolf.
"I had a bad dream." my son conceded, his head poking out from the blankets.
Sighing, I picked him up and carried him to his room. I set him down on his bed and kneeled to his eye-level.
"What was your
dream about?"
He gulped visibly and pointed to his closet door.
"I had a dream that monsters were comin' out of it, and then I opened my eyes and the door was opened!" he whisper-shouted.
I tip-toed over to the closet door and inspected it carefully for show. I opened the cracked door with my foot and peered inside.
"No monsters in here," I called over my shoulder. Patrick, disbelieving, stumbled over to the closet and looked inside.
"Oh."
I
grinned and sat Patrick down in his bed.
"No
monsters."
Patrick nodded, hugged me tightly, and then snuggled
down into his bed. I rubbed the back of my neck as I walked back to
the bedroom, finding Bella in the hallway, smiling. I moved past her
and collapsed into the bed, exhausted.
Bella laid down beside me and touched my shoulder.
"That was really
sweet, Jacob."
I grunted a reply and turned over.
"No need to be so negative." she pouted. I chuckled and closed my eyes, a smile on my lips till I fell into sweet oblivion.