As I sit there in the middle of the floor, drenched in sweat, Something occurred to me, getting out of bed had to have been the dumbest thing Ive done all day. I sat there for quite a while, collecting my thoughts, or lack there of, due to the shock and aw that filled my head. Once again I hear a noise in the kitchen. I turn around slowly, dreading what my this time be behind me. Of course I couldn’t blame myself due to what I had just witnessed. When I got a glimpse of a small girl walking towards me, I jumped up from a sitting position, to my feet, sweet pouring over me, as if someone dumped a bucket of water over my head. It was Elisibeth, coming back to say or do to me, whatever it was she had on her mind. All I could think about at that moment, was the last 2 things she said to me. “Watch yourself Johny.”, “It just might be too late.” At that time, I wasn’t sure what she meant, but right then and there, I was more than sure I was going to find out.

      Now standing flat against the hallway wall, eyes closed, shacking, dripping with the most horrid cold sweat Ive ever witnessed in my life. Fear weighed on my shoulders, as if fear itself was trying to crush me. I waited… A minute or so later, with nothing happening, I slowly started to open my eyes. That’s when I hears a tired, yet worried voice that was very familiar to me.

      “Daddy… what are you doing?”

      It was my daughter Tiffany. I felt a great sigh of relief rush over me. I dropped to my knees and wrapped both arms around her. i think the largest hug I have ever given her.

      “Daddy… let go… you… are chocking… me.” Tiff struggled to say with every gasp of air she could get. I let go of her, and planted a giant kiss on her forehead.

      “Why are you out here sitting on the floor? Why are you sweating like that daddy? Are you ok?” I could see the worry on her sleepy face.

      “I just had a very bad dream sweaty, that’s all, just a very, very bad dream.”