I awoke in my bed screaming. The nightmares of mutts and blood and death, they just kept coming.

Shaking, I wrapped myself in a fluffy, camouflage -print blanket and walked downstairs. I grabbed my torch and made my way out of the door.

Being careful on the winter ice, i walked across the street to Peeta's house. I opened the door slowly and I placed my torch on the table. I walked up the oak, maroon-carpeted stairs.

I found Peeta's large room and I walked up to his bed.
'Peeta? Are you there?' I whispered to the bed.
'I'm here..' Peeta moaned from the bed, he turned to face me and flicked the bedside light on.
'Nightmare?' Peeta asked, patting the space on the bed beside him.

I lay, wrapped in my blanket, snuggled into Peeta's warm chest. Peeta engulfed me in his strong arms and whispered into my ear,
'You love me, real or not real?'
I lay there for a split second before I answered,
'Real'