I woke up in a cold sweat that drenched me to the bone, and stuck my nightgown to my skin.
My scream woke Sarah Morgan in her crib, just a few feet from my bed. She too began to scream. The first thing I did was pick her up and try to calm her down.She sensed my every mood. When I was upset, so was she.
I was still trembling from the bad dream. I couldn't remember what it was, except that it was about Morgan. I couldn't shake the feeling that she was in trouble. I had to call her to reassure myself that she was okay.
I set Sarah Morgan back in her crib, she had gone back to sleep. I rummaged through the clutter on my bureau to find my cell phone.
I tried Morgan's cell, but got no answer. I knew she always carried it with her, so it would be in her room. Even if she was asleep, the dozen or so times that I let it ring would have woken her. I tried her grandmother's house phone. No answer there either. Maybe it was turned off.
As a last resort I called the number Mike had given me in the truck when I had been talking to Gloria. After a few rings, it was answered.
"Hi Mike, this is Gloria. I had a really really bad dream about Morgan. I can't remember what it was, but I think she might be in trouble. could you go check on her please?"
"I'll ask her grandmother to go up. I don't want to disturb my daughter in her room."
There was silence on the line for several minutes, then Mike came back on.
"She's not in her room. Her grandmother said she looked out the window and saw fire and figures on Devil's Flats. I'm going out there now."
The line went dead, and I was left alone with the phone. It was up to them now. I had done all that I could do.