I had a bad dream last night. We had moved to a new house and Lucas and Abel were napping upstairs. I decided to take a walk. On my way home, I passed a house that was on fire. I started running home only to find that our new house was also on fire. Despite the flames and thick smoke, I ran inside to find Lucas and Abel. Neither was in their room. Were they looking for me? They didn't know I had gone for a walk. Had they escaped? What should I do: continue looking for them or flee the house? It was an impossible decision. I woke up to find Lucas had crept his way into our bed and was laying in between Abel and me. I reached over to touch Abel and I held onto Lucas for the rest of the night. Tonight I'll be changing the batteries in our smoke detectors.
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