C11 I am glad you think so

Ida tossed and turned in her sleep, her face contorted in fear as she mumbled unintelligible words. Avery watched her with worry, his brow furrowed in concern. He could see the distress etched on her face, the lines of worry and fear deepening as the nightmare seemed to intensify.

Her eyes flickered rapidly beneath her eyelids, and Avery could hear her ragged breath as she gasped for air