Chapter Four Sample

I dream about my mother and Soren and Toom. A jumble of images as all dreams are. Faces I don't recognize, some I do. Crying and angry and laughing and doing what faces in dreams do, some that make sense and some that don't. I dream of crawling because I can't run and opening doors that won't stay open. There are snapping sounds and my brother snorting beside me. I try to turn to him. Be quiet. They'll hear us, but I can't move and he won't stop. Toom is in front of me, glaring and he raises his hand. The smack to my face doesn't hurt, but it's loud enough to wake me. The fire is nearly out.