distress

The Dreams didn't come, but images of my dad floated through my head like a digital slide. Only with 10 pics going at once, like in movies. I couldn't stand it. I ripped the sheets off. Cold sweat, tears stained and titened my face.
"Mmmmmm." I held my breath. A shadow flashed across the dimmed wall. "Mmmooooeeeww." Mrs. snow quietly poked out of the closet with Ginger trailing be hide. I sighed with releif, my heart sighed in disappointment.
" What are you doing here this late Snow? takeing Ginger to bed huh." Snow's red eye's glidered a yes. She left soon with her baby after I stopped staring at her. I couldn't get to sleep without thinking of him. It was hopless.