A Key

Sweat dripped down her forehead as Peach tossed aggressively and turned on her bed with her eyes closed, digging her hands into the sheet, as her grip tightened on the blankets.

The sound of her father's angry cries haunted her dream as she struggled to wake up, but her eyelids felt heavy like lead in their sockets, tears rolling from the corners of her eyes, and onto her pillow.

'Dad,' The voice of her childhood self was faint, just a whisper, yet it still echoed throughout her mind.

'Honey, let father grieve alone. Grandfather has been taking from us... so give him space.' Her mother's words were soft, and her body slowly relaxed on the bed. 'He's hurt... really sad like you and me, so let him be. For now.'

"I will miss grandpa." Peach whispered in her sleep the exact words from the voice of her young self that crossed her mind and then her eyelids opened.

Her vision was blurred for a moment, but she blinked slowly and saw her room bathed in sunlight.

The sound of her breath cau