Chill of the dark

He felt himself drifting back to his dreams again. He hadn’t truly woken fully, so the slip into unconsciousness was an easy one to make. He wasn’t sure how long he managed to sleep for, but it felt like no time at all between closing his eyes and waking them. They opened to the motions of twitching and the noises of unrest that Ignita was making. He nudged her, at first gently, and then a little harder. He remembered Hazel’s nightmares after she had killed her father. She had gotten lost in them so easily.

“Ignita, wake up” He commanded her, nudging her again. “Your having a nightmare.”