“Help me.” Barely a whisper.

“What? Who’s there?”

“Help me, Daisy.”

The hairs on her arms and neck stood on end as she recognized the voice. “Mom? Mom, is that you?” She squinted in the darkness as the figure reached an arm toward her. The mouth moved but no words came out. “What’s wrong?” Her mother started to disappear. “Mom!” Daisy tried to move from the bed but hands stopped her. Invisible hands. She fought the hands, slapped at them, but they wouldn’t let her go after her mother. Angry, she prepared to use a trussing spell.

“Daisy! Stop that! Wake up.”

“Wha—huh?” She opened her eyes to see a dark figure leaning over her in bed. “You were having a nightmare again.”

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