Shaun's POV.
"What's wrong, my love?" Melody gently rested her hand on my back.
I had just woken up with a very strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. I had been dreaming about my father all night long.
The dreams were distorted and incoherent. Bad memories mixed with the few good ones that I had of him. I jumped between being a small boy, a teenager, and a grown man. One second, my father was kind and laughing, the next he was angry and scolded. My emotions were a mix of happiness, fear, anger, hatred, and longing.
Then, all of a sudden, my father got ripped out of my dream and dragged into a cold, lonely darkness. That's when I woke up, covered in a cold sweat, and out of breath. It took me a few seconds to remember where I was. The strange feeling still lingered.
"I'm not sure."
