“Peeta, how come I never know when you're having a nightmare?â€� I say.â€œI don't know. I don't think I cry out or thrash around or anything. I just come to, paralyzed with terror,â€� he says.â€œYou should wake me,â€� 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.â€œIt's not necessary. My nightmares are usually about losing you,â€� he says. â€œI'm okay once I realize you're here.”
— Suzanne Collins,