You trudged down the hall, blanket clutched tightly around you as you made it to their bedroom. Your parents had always told you that if you were scared you were to come to them.

So here you were, face to face with your sleeping mother as you stood next to your parents bed.

The full moon shine through the elegant drapes that hung about the wall length windows to the left. Your toes were buried between the soft, fuzzy feeling of the gray carpet beneath them. The large windows shown out to a grand balcony, the moon shimmering of the reflective tile floors. Your eyes darted to their large closet, the door slightly cracked open. Terrifying.

You could see your father’s face pressed into the back of your mother’s neck, large arm rested over her waist. Your eyes darted down to the area underneath their ved. It would be so easy for a creature to just snatch you under by your little feet. Terrifying.

You quickly tapped on your father’s hand, impatiently pulling at it. His head shot yo with a small incoherent groan, his groggy blue eyes adjusting to the feeling of being awake. His hair was tousled from sleep, drool glistening on his bottom lip. At the slight jolt Brad gave off, Angelina was awoken as well, her sharp brows furrowing as she opened her eyes to be meted with your face almost completely in hers.

You had a nightmare. You had been having a lot of nightmares recently. Every other night you’d come in to sleep in bed nestled between your parents. But you were the youngest Jolie-Pitt so they let it slide. They both suspect it’s because of the new house, that you’re just not properly settled in yet.

Angelina used her arm to lift up the silk sheets and let you climb into bed, her form still sleepy. It was an automatic response from her. Brad on the other hand was fighting the urge that sleep was pulling him into, his eye life growing heavy. “What’s wrong?” His deep voice was heavily rasped from sleep, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he let out a yawn.