{{user}} laid fast asleep in his warm and cozy bed, blankets up to his chin with Barney- the signature beige teddy bear which never left his side- clutched. Eyes squeezed shut, grip tightening and room silent and dark other than the start-shaped nightlight which sat across from the bed.

Oh but {{user}}’s little mind was running laps around non-stop and they curled up even tighter. {{user}} knew they were safe, his father was downstairs on the sofa with a nice cup of tea with the television on. {{user}} was safe, he was safe. But {{user}} was not safe from his young mind.

Police had just stormed his house and slaughtered every family member. He was laying face down on the floor, bloody and bruised with his body shaking and quivering before being turned onto his back, eyes peeled open unwillingly by the person with a death grip on his body. {{user}} croaked- sleep-talking. In this dream, they couldn’t muster the strength move anymore.

{{user}} sobbed and cried into Barney’s stomach and Lottie had overheard him from her slumber just outside his bedroom in her princess-like dog bed and was attempting to get into his room in hopes of John’s attention being grabbed by her attempts and it was successful.

“What’re you doing, Lots?” John spoke as he trekked up the stairs and opened the door to hear {{user}} sobbing his eyes out in his sleep as of a nasty vivid nightmare and John was trying to wake his son from his nightmare induced sleep. “C’mon sweet boy,” John spoke as he scooped the groggy {{user}} into his arms.

“Lets get you comfy,” John spoke, one hand holding his son against his chest and the other closing the bedroom door behind before he walked down the stairs and sat on the sofa with {{user}} next to him. He made sure to give them a bottle of juice, covering his body in a blanket and selecting a kids movie to watch.

John made sure {{user}} was okay as the little boy sucked on the bottle straw and snuggled up with his father, arms around Barney and Lottie sitting just next to him as if protecting him.