Jade cuddled close to the sleeping Akira and found a peaceful sleep.
Hours later, Akira’s single shriek woke Jade. Akira was sitting up, shaking her head. Jade turned a soft light on.
“What’s up?”
“Bad dream.”
Mom came in through the half-open door. “What’s going on?”
“Akira had a bad dream.”
Mom sat on the bed, holding each girl with a hand. “Akira, do you want to talk about it or get your mind off of it? We can sing Christmas carols.” Something Mom did as long as Jade could remember when bad dreams or high stress were involved.
Akira sort of groaned. “I dreamt I was standing outside the convenience market after work, and there was a terrible accident at the corner. In one car was my drunk dad. When I went to him, he was dead, but had a smile, a happy smile, on his face. What’s it mean?”