A Lonely Picnic table

I can't sleep. Woke up coughing, stuffed up nose, shoulders and back aching. I'm sick and I wish I had a shot to make me feel better.
I probably could have slept through getting sick, but I had a nightmare of sorts. Recently my neighbor murdered his wife, daughter, daughters boyfriend and the family pets. As I was driving by their house today, I again looked at the picnic table in the back yard of that house. The table is one of those big, orange and yellow bulky tables you buy for younger children. It's been there since Sunny (the daughter) was a little girl. It sits there alone, in the yard of what is now a vacant house. Little Sonny used to play at that table making mud pies and sticks and rock stew............back when she still had a future on this earth, back before her father called her from her boyfriends house to tell her to come home right away because something was wrong with her mother, and when she came home like the good girl she was, she was murdered by that bastard of a father. I hope she didn't know that her mother had already been shot. I hope she didn't see her pet dogs lying there bleeding. I hope she didn't have to watch her father kill her boyfriend......and i hope that her, her mother and her boyfriend are in heaven holding hands, no longer afraid, living a happy afterlife. Seeing that picnic table day after day makes me feel sad, and yet I worry each day when I drive by that it will have been removed.
In my dream I was inside Sonnys house, going from room to room, looking for clues, trying to figure out how things could have gone so wrong. As I walked through the house someone begins to play the piano in one of the other rooms. I instinctively know it's Sonnys dad. I am consumed with fear but I know ihave to face him, the bastard that he is...........suddenly the house shows signs of being in the process of being rehabed, and although the changes are nice, they anger me. I am in the same room as her father and I lie to him about liking the changes to the place because I know it's the only way to stop him from hurting me.....................and then I wake up.............and here I sit, feeling sick....and a little more than sad for Sunny.