Right, so i know it's been a while, but this one really stumped me for a bit. Sure it gave me inspiration for an entire website, but for a drabble, nothing. Until last night, around midnight. When I also couldn't sleep. Please note that Dan's like four in this, so Amy's only seven.
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Dan woke up in cold sweat.
It was the third night that week that he had woken up because of a nightmare. A nightmare of the fire.
The flames flickering eerily against the windows, the screams of someone trapped inside, Amy's meaningless words whispered in his ear.
Why couldn't he just forget?
He curled up into a ball in the sweaty sheets, unlike Daddy or Mommy; Auntie Beatrice didn't take well to little kids waking her up because they had a nightmare. It wasn't like she could help much anyway, she'd just tell him to be quiet and go back to bed.
Besides, Amy was much better at making him feel better.
Amy.
Maybe Amy could help him sleep.
He rolled out off bed, dragging his sheets with him as he walked across the hall. Amy's room was pink. Bright, nasty, hot pink with lacey trash can linings and ruffles on the drapes. Her room was also enough to give him nightmares.
"Amy?" Dan asked hesitantly walking into her room. "Are you awake?"
She didn't move.
This would take more then talking.
"Amy." He said more confidently and a little bit louder. "Amy, wake up."
Nothing.
"Amy." He tugged on her blanket. "Amy please wake up."
Amy's eyes shot open. "Dan? What are you doing here? In the middle of the night?"
"I had another nightmare."
Amy's face instantly softened. "Oh Dan. Do you want to sleep here tonight?"
He nodded.
"Okay, why don't you walk around to the other side of the bed." Dan sleepily stumbled around Amy's twin bed and climbed in the other side. Amy tucked him in next to him.
"'Night Amy."