(Who is Charlotte. The youngster?) Lillian started rushing her teeth, as her pajamas were on.
Xylo turned into a fox and laid on the side of the bed next to Colette.
Colette slept, stirring in her sleep.
Charlotte stumbled deeper into the dark forest. The ancient oaks reached out at the little girl with their evil arms, twisted with arthritis as the wind whispered menacing thoughts in her innocent ears. Dark shadows danced around her, forming silhouettes of scary beasts and creatures. Exhausted, she collapsed in a carpet of bluebells, curling up and sobbing. A salty river of tears flowed down her pale cheeks as her delicate hands rubbed her eyes.