You had always had bad nightmares, but you managed to control it. But they've been getting worse recently, leaving you waking up in a cold sweat and hyperventilating.

This night was no exception for bad nightmares. You were tossing and turning, when a gentle voice called you in.

"Kiddo... kiddo... kiddo! Are you okay?" You sat up quickly and turned to the voice. It was your dad, Husk. He looked worried.