I wake up with a nightmare, the usual. I dreamt that Prim had dead before my eyes, but it was just a dream, I hope.
I'm still a litle shaky so I dont think I'm going to be able to sleep for some time.
I sight and look at Peeta, whose arm his around me afactionnely. I just feels só right to have my head placed on his strong, muscular shoulder. I could stay like this forever.
I spend my time watching Peeta and listening to his soft snores. He looks so peaceful when he's sleeping, so innocent. Like a small child.
Peeta mumbles a few words from time to time, or smiles slithly. It's so cute that he talos in his sleep. He must be dreaming of something.
Sundenly his gripp around me tightens, his peaceful expression turns to a scared one and his breathing gets heavier.
He must be having a nightmare. I immediatly feel the urge to protect him from his own mind. Why should he have nightmares? Why should anyone have them?
I roll on myself so that I'm facing him. By now he is already mumbling words that I cant understand in a terrified tone. Peeta's frowning starts getting bigger and I can see years leaving his eyes. It must be really bad.
I start stronking his hair and I whisper in his ear that he is Ok. After a few minutes of soothing words he wakes up and looks around, eyes wide open.
"You Ok?" I ask.
Peeta doesn't answer, keeps looking around until he aknowleges where he is. When he looks back at he seems relieved and sights. Then he pulls me into an embrace.
"I was so scared you were hurt." He says.
"Why would I?" I ask, still with my arms loções around his neck.
"It was just a nightmare" he mumbles into my hair.
Then I pull back back.
"You want to talk about it?" I ask concerned.
"No, I'm fine." I know he is trying to sound fine but you still catching a bit of fear in his voice. Fear that the nightmare was real.
"It's not real" I say. He smiles at me.
"We fell asleep in the park?" Peeta asks.
"Yup" I say.
"Isn't it a litle chilly out here?"
After his question I do feel a litle cold. It's really windy out here.
"Yeah, lets go back to the car"
It really is cold, I'm shivering already. Peeta notices it and places his jacket on my shoulders.
"Thank you" I say. He smiles and puts an arm around me while I place my head on his shoulder.
We are walking under the moonlight in the middle of Central Park. It is actually really romantic. I dont know why but out of the blue stop and connect my lips with Peeta in a passionate kiss. He seems startled at first but kisses back. I feel him smile under the kiss so I also smile. Yet again I feel fireworks in my stomach and eletricity flowing in me, till the tips of my hair. After he pulls back I'm longing for more. But Peeta ceases that hunger by holding my hand.
We walk silently to the car, enjoying each others company.
We just go to the backsites and cidadela together under a blanket Peeta brought.
If I knew bring on the run was like this, I would have run off before.