I don’t know why she does it. The screaming. The crying. The wailing.
But last night, it happened again.
At about midnight, I was attempting some computer work when my 4-year-old let out a cry.
Make that a yell.
I thought for certain the entire household would wake up. It’s not that unlike my night terrors. And those typically do wake up everyone, including our dog.
I tried to ignore it - impossible - to finish one last e-mail, then I bolted into her room. She was sitting up on the bed.
“What’s wrong?” I asked her.
No response. Just tears.
I offered her a juice pouch, a cuddle and her big teddy bear.
But she wouldn’t let go of me.
As I do most nights, I turned off the nightlight, crawled under the covers and fell asleep. She puts her nose right up to mine or in my hair, as if breathing in my scent is a necessary precursor to sleep.
It’s not a bad place to wake up in the morning when she has both hands curving the cheeks on my face.
And luckily, her morning wake ups aren’t nearly as traumatic as her night ones.

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