"Otay momma" Faramir said as he let her clean his hands, and then he headed off to find Goldy so they could play. She was his bestest best friend and he loved when they could spend time together, even if they left a big mess behind, jumping from one game to the other, playing different games they left all the toys stread wide around, in case they were going to return to that game at some point.
Faramir looked at his momma as she set him on his chair and gave him a plate with lots of goodies on it. He took a cookie and then he listened to his momma's story as she told him what to do when the bad dreams were after him. He could see the gate and the wonderful towne, and he could see the tree that she discribed to him, it was like she was painting the picture in his mind and he smiled as it calmed him to listen to her. He munched on his cookie and then when she discribed how to get all the yummy sweets, and she raised her arms, he raised his too, as though reaching for this falling goodies "Yay, momma. All the goodies ish coming downy to me" He said and smiled, he could see the image so clearly in his mind, and he took a gumdrop and ate it happily. He then hugged his momma when she hugged him "No more bad dweam, will hurtes me" He said happily. He knew his momma could make the badness go away, her magical voice was giving him a world in his mind, a world where no bad could reach him, it was calming him down, and he smiled "I wove you momma" He said and kissed her cheek. He had seen that momma and papa said they loved each other and kissed, and he wanted her to know that he loved her too, she was his beloved momma, and she needed to know that she was very much loved.
He laid his head on her shoulder and rubbed his eye "Bad dweam hurtet evewyone. Papa was gone. You was gone. Goldy was gone. Evewyone was gone. All alone" He said sadly. He had been all alone in his dream, running aound the entire Shire, but everyone was gone. No one was there, and that scared him very much.
The soft pitterpatter of tiny feets walked over the floor. A little lad, was rubbing his eyes and entered the kitchen, there he saw the savior he was looking for. Momma was in the kitchen, fixing food, and the little boy, clinging his plushy dragon to him, walked over to his momma and pulled on her skirt "Momma. I hadst bad dweam" He said with a tiny voice, still scared of the bad dream that had haunted him this night. But momma could make bad dreams go away with her magical voice.