He never once reached out his arms to be comforted . His mind did not quake at such things as roller coasters , or Frankenstein 's monsters , or ghoulies or ghosties or things that go bump in the night.But though he feared nothing , the dreams still plagued him , and though he never went to his mother , still she heard his faint whimpers and went to him . Daniel rarely woke up when she stroked the black curls away from his damp forehead and softly murmured words of comfort , but always he calmed , and the worry smoothed itself from his face.She was not really his mother .
One evening , long ago , she had awoken into darkness , chills creeping up her spine .
Emotion: Fear