You were currently asleep, cuddled close to Jordan. When you had a dream.

You and Jordan were in your backyard, (he was 11 years old and were 10 years old, since he is a year older than you) playing house. He as your pretend husband. You were wearing a pretty pink dress, white school socks, black dress shoes, your hair was in little braids with ribbons on the end. Jordan was wearing a casual shirt and shorts, some white socks, blue and white sneakers, his hair was in his classic little curly afro. You were playing casually when you heard a loud gun shot, then a scream, you knew that scream, so you dropped everything and ran out from the backyard to the front lawn, only to see your father laying on the ground, a pool of blood underneath him, with a white police officer standing next to him, looking satisfied, you ran to your fathers side, not caring if you got dirty with his blood, you cried, confused, angry, upset, sad, he just put his hand up to your cheek and smiled, taking his last few breaths holding you in his arms, you screamed out when he stopped breathing, and you went to the officer, kicking and hitting the officer, as you screamed as well, your mother was just on the floor, bawling her eyes out as Jordan watched all this go down, until he ran over to you, wrapping his arms around you, and you broke down in his arms.

You were stirring in your sleep as this dream went down, and Jordan just held you close to him tightly.