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Log 5- Phone Call

A bright light pierced my eyes but I couldn't cover my eyes, I couldn't move anything. Mumbles of words surrounding my ears started a headache, then something. Something cold, metallic...and sharp! I felt so much pain as what felt like a scalpel sliced through my stomach. My own screams were muffled by a cloth in my mouth, tears streaming down my face.
"Lewis! Lewis help!"
I screamed, but no one came. Gasping for breath I jumped from my dream and into the immediate comfort of Lewis' arms. He was there, his warmth urged me to sleep, but the still streaming tears kept me awake.
"Shh, it's okay Kam...you're okay. It was just a bad dream."
Petting my head he soothed the lucid nightmare from my mind, picking me up he walked us to his room. Swaddling the both of us in cool blankets and soft pillows, he sang a small lullaby his mother had used to calm him.
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As he sung my mind visualized him as a child, in a meadow. Walking around with a spotted dog, it warmed my heart. The sweet daydream was cut short by a phone ringing, and his face spoke with fear...it was the first time I saw him scared. Before I could get the chance to comfort him, he rose from the bed and answered.
"Hello...yes, yes, hold on one second."
He motioned me to stay and he walked out of the room, dread rose in my mind. Leaning so I could look at him, he looked like someone threatened to kill him, why was someone calling? No one called the house, looking at his clock I saw it was 4am, from what I interpreted this was not an appropriate calling hour. So either it was a wrong number or really important, I guessed for the ladder, since in the former I had the feeling I would have hung it up and comfort Lewis. Heat resonated from my face, and that fuzzy feeling again, in time to since he ended the call. Lewis sighed as he walked back and slumped onto the bed. Letting the feeling take over I wrapped my arms protectively around him, cradling his head on my shoulder blade. I started to hum the song, soon he relaxed and joined in. I felt his arms around me and I smiled. My heart was beating so hard, but in a good way, I realized quickly that whenever I felt alive or this fuzziness, he was there, Lewis.
"Lewis?"
He hummed in response, hugging a little tighter,
" I feel fuzzy and lighthearted."
Another hum and I decided to conduct an experiment.
"Can you braid my hair?"
He finally looked at me and smiled.
"Sure Kam."