I sit up in bed, my cc cup breasts bounce under my nightgown, my four year old daughter sleeping next to me sits up as well. "Mommy" fear in her voice. I pick her up and hug her close to my chest. "Sorry sweathart, The fire brought back a old nightmare". I look at the clock to it reads four A.M. You know it will take time fore you to calm down enough to go back to sleep. You do not say you know who started the fire. Thank god you had packed and put most of her things in the car. Dam him you think, we had made a life here, Both of you have friends, you have a good job. I had just signed the paper work for that house. All the clothes you lost were new summer wear so easy the replace. The impotent thing is that you and your daughter are safe. as I think all this I carry my daughter to our library. I sit in colored chairs need a shelf of kids books. My daughter who had gone back to sleep as we walked, wakes up. She kisses me before turning around to face the self. She points to a book that I take off the shelf and start reading to her, posing each page to have her read a word or two to me. It takes half an hour to calm down enough to go back to bed.