Seth awoke in a terror sweat engulfed by flames licking at his bed. His cries of final anguish piercing the midnight silence.
His shaking three year old frame, would not, could not assimilate the coos and solace from deluded parents - speaking ******* of nightmares while the whole universe blazed with terminal fire.
A yard or so across the room, illumined by a night light's slender beams, a child's plastic raceway, decaled with crimson - yellow flames benignly rested on a table.