My my my, another day is already over and done with and it’s time for me to go to bed, considering I have to be up at 4am to be at work by 5am. For the 4th day in a row. This is getting rather repetitive. William? Jonathan? Would one of you lovely men kindly give me a dream that I can focus everything on so I can wake up feeling well-rested? Please?

The young tow-headed child seemed out of place in the dark, harsh landscape, his green eyes wide with fear as he desperately attempted to clumb a gnarled and twisted tree to escape the snarling beast that was bounding towards him. Tears streamed down his face as he called out for the help that never came ; this was the fourth night in a row that he’d had these nightmares.
          When he’d told his Mother about these dreams earlier in the day, she had cried for him, which only frightened him further. No explanation was offered for her tears, but she’d agreed to sleep in his room until his dreams returned to normal. He could remember falling asleep with her by his bed, mending the squirrels’ satchel as the small creature worried needlessly over storing more acorns for a winter that was still six months away. But here, in this hellish world, his mother was no where to be found.
           The creatures teeth snapped shut with an audible click just below his foot, it’s burning red eyes glaring up at him.
       “Mommy! Mommy-save me!” He screamed, praying that she would hear him and wake him up. His tiny frame quivered violently as he clung for dear life to the dead tree’s branch.