Angela too had given up on a future of more than a few days. She'd come to pray for a another night, another morning, another few hours today.

Megan stirred, mumbled a child night dream mumble that always sounds like a whimper. It pulled her parents both closer in. Between them they shared a breath shallow and scared. From wherever Meg was in her dreams she smiled and they each secretly hoped it was them in her unconscious thoughts. They wanted to be there, to make it the ferris wheel at the carnival, or the beach with the bright waves that brought shrill giggles of glee.

Megan dreamed of a white horse that waited outside while Daddy read her a story. While Mommy sat by her side.