Maeve
“Mama?” I crept into the room, my feet silent on the wide plank floorboards bathed in violet twilight, “Daddy?”
Dad stirred, rolling over and leaning on his elbow as he watched me enter the room, his hair ruffled from sleep. He motioned for me to come to the bed, pulling down the covers as I climbed in between them and laid my head against the mattress, snuggled tightly between their two pillows.
“What’s the matter?” Mom asked, rubbing sleep from her eyes as she rolled over, tucking her body around mine.
“I had a bad dream,” I sniffled, resting my cheek against her arm. Dad reached out to tuck a lock of hair behind my ear before he laid his head back, facing me.
“What did you dream about?” he asked, his blue eyes dark and focused in the dim light.
“I was swallowed up by water.
