Bad Dreams
The sound of her bedroom door opening awakened her. She had no idea of how long she'd slept, and she struggled to fully wake up. She hadn't drawn the bedroom curtains completely, and in the faint light of the street lamps she saw her son Mark standing in the doorway, wearing pyjama bottoms — all he ever wore in bed. 'What is it, dear? Bad dreams again? Come into bed, then — Mum will help chase them away!' She threw back the bedclothes to let him climb in with her, and then pulled...