It seems like it's all behind you but you're still having nightmares. Most often they involve people from the past - sometimes some very distant images.

But every time you wake up you realise that dreams, however vivid and poignant, are just dreams. You find yourself in his warm arms, under a blanket, in your home. No more those horrible nights in the arena, or the agonising dreams alone in the District 13.

Looking at sleepy Peeta, you almost feel guilty that you're about to wake him up - waking him up feels like interrupting a peaceful sleep he worked hard to get after so many restless nights. After a couple of minutes, though, his sleepy eyes are looking up at you, ready to listen to you.