As soon as he entered, he saw Yolanda crying with her phone in hand, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
"Had a nightmare?" Chris approached and pulled her into his arms, "Don't be scared, I'm here."
Yolanda was in a white nightgown, lightly fragranced with floral scent.
Upon his arrival, she immediately buried her head in his chest.
"Chris, I dreamt of my grandfather. I was so frightened. He wanted me to accompany him. I don't want to, I don't..." She was sobbing heavily.
Yolanda was pressed close to Chris, her hands clutching his nightgown tightly.
Tears wetted Chris's nightwear.
Her crying was severe. Her eyes were bloodshot and water droplets hung from her long eyelashes.
"It's nothing, just a dream, Yolanda. You might need some calming medicine. How about I brew you some tea? Okay?" Chris consoled her.
As he said it, Chris attempted to stand up.
Yolanda wrapped her arms tightly around him, shaking her head vehemently.
"Don't leave, I'm scared." She choked out.
