My bed was shaking.
I didn't know why, but it was shaking. Terrified, I opened my eyes and saw someone standing over me shaking my bed. I brought my hands up and rubbed my eyes frantically and re-opened them.
I blinked in confusion.
This couldn't be...it looked as if the person that in front of me was my father.
I squeezed my eyes shut again and tried to wake myself up. I knew that I was dreaming. Dad doesn't come round here anymore, he wasn't allowed.
"Lara...open your eyes." I heard my dads voice say. I bit my lip to keep from sobbing and shook my head. "Lara, c'mon open your eyes." He whispered. I continued to shake my head.
This wasn't real. It couldn't be.
There was only so much I could take. I knew that if I opened my eyes and saw that he really wasn't there. I'd shatter.
So I kept my eyes tightly closed.
I jumped when a warm hand cupped my cheek. It was rough but soft, the hand shook slightly as if just by touching me was enough to shake someone to the core.
"Be, open your eyes." The voice whispered again.
Swallowing audibly, I opened my eyes.
He was still there. My father stood in front of me with tears in his eyes and his right hand cupping my cheek. I brought my hand up to touch his as tears pooled inside of my eyes.
"You're real." I whispered. He nodded with a watery smile.
A loud sob escaped me as I launched myself into his arms and hugged him tightly. He cradled me to him as my body shook with uncontrolled sobs.
"Does this mean you're coming home?" I asked him. He sighed and pulled back to look me in the eyes.
"No. You know I can't." He said softly. I bit my wobbling lip and looked down.
"Then take me with you." I begged him. He smiled and shook his head.
"I can't do that either." He told me gently.
I clenched my teeth together and tried to hold back my sobs.
"But I'm here to take you out for the day. We can go anywhere you like." He said with a small smile. I looked back up to him and grinned past my tears and running nose.
"Anywhere?" I asked excitedly. He nodded.
I laughed in excitement and tried to think of a place to go.
I finally had my dad around me again. He was here and he was real. He still looked the same with the dark hair and moustache, to the tanned skin and the same smile.
And the same kind blue eyes. He always had his eyes filled with fatherly love whenever he looked at me, he never hurt me nor did he shout.
I loved my father more than anything else in the world. And him being there was the perfect surprise.
My bed was shaking.