The Return.

Dakota is curled up in the middle of the room where her canopy bed used to lay. The smooth motion of her breathing let's me know that she's fine. I lay my head against the corner of the room. I bring my knees up and put my elbows on them.

I hear painful soft groans, sounding like they came from the same room. This place always gave me the heebie jeebies. I cover my ears with my cold hands.