When I was younger I used to dream of someone holding me close, close and tight. Stroking my hair gently, laying with me somewhere, just relaxing me. I could feel his arms holding me tight, I heard his heart beat, I felt him breath. Sometimes I would be running, and there they'd be. By my side, looking over at me, holding my hand, smiling. I don't know what I was running from, I know that I was scared, I knew that if I got caught something would happen. I couldn't put a face to this person, I just knew...