Chapter 19“FRITZ, FRITZ, wake up.” Jolted from a deep sleep, he sat up. Emily stood over him, her hand over her mouth. Pink light filled the room. “You were screaming.”
Glad to be separated from the nightmare, he rubbed his eyes and sweat dripped on his hands. He could still see the image. He'd reached across to cuddle with Linda, who became cold and scaly. Long, razor-sharp claws dug into his chest, shredding his heart. But no blood. Instead ice cubes. “Thanks, Emily. Bad dream.”
“I should say so. Good thing I got up early. You almost gave me a heart attack.”
Joe stood in the doorway. “Are you okay?”
“Fine, Joe. Sorry to wake you. Bad dream, I guess. Go on back to bed.”
Before that could happen, his mother stopped him. “Now that we're all up, let's get the party planned. Coffee's mad
