Peeta, how come I never know when you're having a nightmare?โ I say. โI don't know. I don't think I cry out or thrash around or anything. I just come to, paralyzed with terror,โ he says. โYou should wake me,โ 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. โIt's not necessary. My nightmares are usually about losing you,โ he says. โI'm okay once I realize you're here.
Suzanne CollinsYeah, about that,โ says Peeta, entwining his fingers in mine. โDonโt try something like that again.โ โOr what?โ I ask. โOr . . . or . . .โ He canโt think of anything good. โJust give me a minute.
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