Telemachus
"Mum! Are you all right?" I burst into her room, torch in hand. I barely woke to hearing her scream out, only to find myself tripping down the hall to her room.
"NothingâI'm so sorry baby, it's just a nightmare," she says, still breathing heavily, "I felt like I couldn't breathe."
"I'm sorry," I say, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
"You're all right?" she asked, putting a hand through her hair.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I was asleep."
"I'm so sorry I woke you," she says, looking around as though expecting to find the ghouls of her dream there with us.
"It's okay, what were you dreaming about?" I ask. She often dreams of my father, I think.
"I don't know, it was dark, and it was like I couldn't breath," she says, frowning, "I'm sorry. Go on back to bed."
"It's okay," I say, standing.
"No, it's fine. It was just a nightmare."