The sound of footsteps next to my bed, filters into my dream, I can hear them clearly, padding across the floor, long strides getting closer and closer until they stop right beside my bed, there's a scraping noise, like furniture being dragged but it doesn't go far, a soft crinkle of fabric followed by deep, heavy sigh. I'm being watched, I can sense it, I want to scream out, to run from my room, but my body won't allow it, I feel like there's a weight sitting over me, holding me in place. A familiar scent hits me, a spiced, woodsy smell brings instant comfort, and I'm no longer afraid. I speak his name in my mind, but no sound comes out.
"Come back to me, baby," Sam begs beside me, his voice so clear, "I need you" His hand caresses my cheek; I can feel it, I can feel everything, but I
