Nathan had a nightmare last night. It happens periodically and when it does, he usually comes scurrying for our room to sleep in our bed.
I dutifully made room for him and let him crawl under the covers. Shortly, we were all asleep again, my husband snoring away like a chainsaw cutting through a knot. (He denies he snores but we all know it's true.)
As I woke up, I had a little hand curled around my shoulder and I thought that this is one of the nicest ways to wake up. Not the greatest way to sleep, but a nice way to wake up.
Nathan opened his little eyes and gave me a hug. I asked him if he was feeling better.
He nodded and said: But I'm still feeling scared.
I hugged him and asked: Do you want to sleep in Mommy and Daddy's bed again tonight?
He paused to consider: No. Your bed is too noisy with Daddy in it.