Lilith and Daisy lay, spooning under a warm blanket, safe. It was the wee hours of the morning when Daisy woke up with a start. Another nightmare had plagued her senses. Then she heard faint breathing.
Expecting to find Lilith's face in a placid state of rest, instead Daisy found an expression of horror; her hand unconsciously clawing at the sheets.
"Lilith." Daisy whispered, shaking her shoulder. "Lilith!"
She opened her eyes, gasping for air. When Lilith managed to focus her gaze she looked to Daisy.
"You tell me."
"I'm asking you."
"You had a bad dream."
Lilith heaved a sigh and sat up. "Did you hear anything?"
"A little." Daisy admits. "What gives?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"Something tells me you'll feel better getting it off your chest. Please?"
Lilith thought for a minute. "Okay." she gathered her knees to her own breast. "Ever heard of World War Two?"