James had crashed out fairly early tonight. He hadn't been to the pub for a few days due to lack of money and it was beginning to show. He had fallen into a deep sleep when the nightmares began. He could hear the screams, the crackling of the fire. He could smell the burning flesh as vividly as the day it took place. 

He woke up with a startle and sat up right in bed. The kids were both asleep and so was Maggie. His body pulled in sweat so he decided to get up and get some air. He tucked Maggie back in to keep her warm as he slipped on some clothes. Nothing fancy. Just pair of trousers. A collarless shirt and a seafarers knitted jumper before heading downstairs.

He entered the kitchen and poured himself a cup of water before sitting down on the back door step breathing in the night air and watching the stars. It was peaceful.