Tell me that I'm dreaming [In Emma's mind]
"David?" she called out. Her voice seemed to echo through the empty house. This was her house. The same dark wood and cream walls. She was standing in the living room. The house was strangely silent and it was high noon outside. Emma moved through slowly, stepping around the red, overstuffed couch. She looked down to see Lenny.
The little boy was napping, Hamlet clutched tightly in his hand. Emma crouched down in front of him and ran her fingers through his brown hair, mussed from running around outside. His cherub face relaxed in sleep. "Lenny?" she asked quietly. Something was wrong with the house. Lenny was sleeping too quietly. No soft whistling. No soft breathing...Not even little whines.
Emma stood up, panic thudding in her chest. David. She needed to call David. "Baby, it'll be ok. I'll call Daddy." she murmured, kissing the little boy's head.
The door to the kitchen swung open and she looked up. David. Smiling. Obviously just home from work, with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows and the first few buttons undone.
"David, something's wrong with Lenny. He's...he's not moving. He's not making noises." she babbled. He walked towards her and wrapped those strong arms around her.
"Shh, shh, shh...it's ok, honey. It's ok, Emmy." he whispered. "He's just sleeping." There was something wrong. Emma continued to panic. David's arms didn't feel right..."It's ok..."
"But he's...he doesn't...he doesn't just sleep like that." Emma pulled away from him and looked at the sleeping boy. "He tosses, he turns, he...he makes all sorts of noises."
David only chuckled and kissed her. "He's just sleepin', Emmy." he assured her. "Come on." She only followed as he led her up the stairs...
The little boy was napping, Hamlet clutched tightly in his hand. Emma crouched down in front of him and ran her fingers through his brown hair, mussed from running around outside. His cherub face relaxed in sleep. "Lenny?" she asked quietly. Something was wrong with the house. Lenny was sleeping too quietly. No soft whistling. No soft breathing...Not even little whines.
Emma stood up, panic thudding in her chest. David. She needed to call David. "Baby, it'll be ok. I'll call Daddy." she murmured, kissing the little boy's head.
The door to the kitchen swung open and she looked up. David. Smiling. Obviously just home from work, with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows and the first few buttons undone.
"David, something's wrong with Lenny. He's...he's not moving. He's not making noises." she babbled. He walked towards her and wrapped those strong arms around her.
"Shh, shh, shh...it's ok, honey. It's ok, Emmy." he whispered. "He's just sleeping." There was something wrong. Emma continued to panic. David's arms didn't feel right..."It's ok..."
"But he's...he doesn't...he doesn't just sleep like that." Emma pulled away from him and looked at the sleeping boy. "He tosses, he turns, he...he makes all sorts of noises."
David only chuckled and kissed her. "He's just sleepin', Emmy." he assured her. "Come on." She only followed as he led her up the stairs...