"Daddy, I had a bad dream" I blink my eyes and pull up on my elbows. My clock glows red in the darkness--it's 3:23
"Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?"
"No, daddy."
The oddness of the situation wake me up more fully. I can barely make out my daughter's pale form in the darkness of our 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, I felt paralyzed; I can't take my eyes off my daughter.
The cover behind me suddenly shifts....
