Peeta, how come I never know when
you're having a nightmare?” I say.
“I don't know. I
don't think I cry out or thrash around or anything. I just
come too paralyzed with terror,” he says.
“You should wake me,” I
say, thinking about how I can interrupt his sleep two or three
times on a bad night. About how long it can take to calm me
down.
“It's not necessary. My
nightmares are usually about losing you,” he says.
“I'm okay once I realize you're here.”
THE HUNGER GAMES♥