The bedroom door swung open a minute a later and her great grandfather, whom she called Pappy, rushed over to her side. His white hair was thinning on the top of his head, his deep green eyes were set more deeply into his face and the wrinkles started to from. Especially around his mouth which he insisted were just laugh lines put there by her mother's clumsiness as a child. "What is it, child?" He sat down on the bed and smoothed back her long auburn hair with his large callused hands.
She laid back down and clutch my blanket tighter to her chest. "I had a nightmare."
"What was this one about?" Pappy was the only person who listened to Abby's crazy dreams. Everyone else, including her mummy and daddy, told her to grow up and stop acting like a child. But she can't help it, can she? Some of the dreams are wonderful and full of magic. However, others are dreadfully scary. Full of war, hate, death, and blood. So much pain.
"I was drowning. I fell into a lake which only sucked me deeper and deeper. I couldn't breathe, Pappy. Oh, Pappy, I was so scared!" She sat upright again and threw her arms around his neck. She held him as tight as her thin arms could.
He patted her back pat reassuringly. "Now now. Let's not have any of that. No tears, my dear." He took her by the shoulders gently and looked her lovingly in the eye. "Would it help if I told you a story?" She nodded and he grinned wildly. He tucked her back into bed and sat down next to her. "Okay, let's see. Ah! I shall tell you about the key."