I jolted awake.
"What is it Lizzie?" I say, my voice sounding empty, hollow.
Lizzie runs into my room, he face drenched in sweat,
"I had a bad dream!" she says, obviously afraid.
I beckon her into my bed, she reluctantly does.
I can feel her warm little body pressed up against me.
My back as warm as a summer day.
"Honey, what did you have a dream about?"
that I died."
My back suddenly turns cold as ice, and I turn around.
I can still picture that last sight of her,
curled up under the covers.
I reach out to her,
but my fingers brush
She was gone.
I would never see her again.
That day would haunt me forever.
Until I too,