Bree was still screaming when Winston walked in the room. The second time he called her name, she seemed to hear him and she stopped, waking up a little. She was shaky and there were tears running down her cheeks. She felt like she had a hundred degree fever.
The cold wind wasn't blowing through the window anymore; a careful observer would actually notice that the windows were shut and locked.
"I.. I had a nightmare," she said, her voice quivering.