"Daddy I had a bad dream" you blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness-- it's 3:23.
"Do you want to climb in bed and tell me about it?"
"No Daddy".
The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your room
"Why not sweetie?"
"Because in my dream when I told you about the dream the thing wearing mommy's skin sat up" for a moment you feel paralyzed; you can't take your eyes off your daughter. The cover behind you begin to shift.
