Chris Matt

*he sits uo wuicklg in his bed, gasping for air, he looks around wuickly. it was night* judt a bad dream... just- *he freezes as he sees a dark shadow push into his chest. He tske sina. raggy gulp of air and wuickly purs his hand over his chest, then his mind goes hazy and theres only one thought "we need touch...." his eyes now blsck. he fot up form his bed and went over to lizzy's, he msde a low grosning noise, he slowly got up onto her and settled himself on her stomach* ... touch.... touch..