TIA
It was strange. Dream, or nightmare, I don't know what I should call it. I dreamt of amber-colored eyes and thickly accented voice that soothed not only my restless mind but also my feverish and tired body, Every cell in my body seemed to be burning and I could not even muster enough energy to push the heavy blanket that seemed to be covering me. The only thing that helped me calm down was a familiar voice.
But there were several other voices too. The voices of Derek, my father's second wife, Marie, and Chester. I wanted to hear my father's voice, but I couldn't. Although I could see anything or anyone, I was scared that Derek will find me. I had a feeling that I was hiding somewhere such that Derek was not able to reach me.
And a familiar voice was providing warmth and comfort to
