"Daddy, I had a bad dream." You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows in the darkness -it's 3:32.
"Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?"
"No, Daddy."
The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughters pale form in the darkness of your room.
"Why not sweetie pie?"
"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 covers behind you start to shift.
