Chapter 7

“Teddy, it’s time to wake up.”

The minute he touched Teddy’s shoulder he got a reaction, but not the one he expected. Teddy curled up into a fetal position and began to yell, “No, don’t,” over and over again.

Chris grabbed Teddy firmly by the shoulders and shook him gently.

“Teddy, what’s the matter? It’s me, Chris.”

Teddy calmed a bit, then opened his eyes. “Chris?”

“Yeah, buddy, it’s your brother. Who did you think it was?”

“I don’t know. I—” Teddy sat up in his bed, grabbed Chris and hugged him.

“You had a bad dream last night, kiddo,” Chris said. “Do you remember?”

“I remember you and Uncle Mickey waking me up.”

“Yeah, we did, because you were screaming in your sleep.”

“What was I saying?”

“You were yelling ‘no, don’t’, over and over again. Don’t you remember?”

“No, Sir.”

“Anyhow, now that you’re awake, why don’t you go use the bathroom before you come downstairs to breakfast?”

“Okay.”