" Toby said.
Amy clutched his hand as they entered the hallway. It looked nothing like it had in her dream. It was brightly lit with wall lamps allowing her to see the very last door at the end of the hall. Relief came to her as they reached the inviting smell of coffee in the kitchen. Everything was as it should be. There was no trace of the warm, sickly blood on the stairs, no wintry breezes that stung her body, and no dark figure waiting for her. It was for that fact that she was most thankful. Toby pulled out two mugs from a box on the floor and filled them to the brim with rich, dark coffee. Amy curled her fingers around the warm walls of her mug and sipped at it sparingly as she told Toby about her dream. She sat in a daze, reliving the whole experience. She couldn't remember a time when she had been so scared. Toby's presence helped her to stay strong, comforting her through the whole thing, reassuring her that it was just a dream. When she was done he kneeled beside her chair and l!.
ooked up at her. .
"Amy, I"m here now, and I"m not going to let anything hurt you, not even in your dreams." Amy knew that he was telling the truth. He wouldn't let anything hurt her, and she trusted him with her life. .
Upstairs in the house a picture frame crashed to the floor, spraying its shards of glass across the wooden floor. .
"What was that?" Amy jumped from her chair and now stood clinging to her husband. .
"Don't worry, it was probably nothing." he said as he unhinged her fingers from his arm and started for the stairs. Still shaken from her dream and not wanting to be left alone Amy followed cautiously behind his sure, steady steps. Toby entered their bedroom leaving Amy waiting in the doorway. .
"Damn it! Honey, you"re not going to believe this." Amy entered the room warily. Toby was sitting on the edge of the bed nursing a bleeding foot. Blood, Amy thought as she remembered her dream once more. She began to run over to where her husband was sitting .