Tim was in the middle of stirring in his sleep when Sophia made the move over to his side of the couch. The etchings of that nightmare he has so often were beginning to fade into existence. He could feel his arms stuck against his body. He could feel the dream beginning, flickering in and out of his conciousness.

The blood.

The darkness.

His mother.

But a few moments later... he felt it fade away. He felt everything reversing. Everything disappearing. And then, he woke up. He [i]barely[/i] woke up more than half way, but he was ever so slightly awake. He noticed that his left side, which he assumed was against the back of the couch, was a little heavier than he usually noticed. But in his half asleep state, he couldn't quite place why. He felt warm and toasty. He felt incredibly comforted, too, for some reason.

He felt a bit safe, too.

Tim adjusted his body, sort of snuggling against the warmth on the couch, therefore snuggling into Sophia. He wouldn't come to realize this for another few hours. But he was, for now, sleeping soundly, without the nightmare, and that made him happy.