Caledonia cringed under the quilt, watching as he held her down, trying his best to soothe her with a calm, steady voice. “Shhh… It’s okay… Everything’s alright… I’ve got you.” “Where’s Cal?” she asked, still consumed by panic. “Look…” Her father pointed in her direction. “She’s right there in bed… Safe and sound.” “I dreamed that Teddy got her,” she heaved a great sobbing breath, finally laying her head back down. “Are you sure he can’t find us here?” ~ Caledonia’s eyes sprang open, and she bolted upright in bed, hyperventilating. Calvin sat up in the dim light of the new morning, “What happened?” he asked, his voice rough from sleep. He rubbed her back, “You okay?” She nodded yes, taking a shuddering breath and settling back down. He lay down behind her, coiling himself around her. “Did you have a bad dream?” She shook her head no, wiping her eyes with a shaking hand, “I think it might have been a memory.” “What was it?”
