Fever dreams.
Iris had fever dreams last night: a bird in her room so vivid and frightening that I needed to check the cupboard and under the bed, a puddle where her rug is that she didn't want me to step in, and
"Mummy, you dead!"
"No, I'm fine."
"Mummy, you not dead?"
"No, I'm fine. I'm sleepy and confused but I'm not dead."
"Oh." She looked at me, discerningly, "I come in your bed where you not dead."
"Okay."
Their dreams are not as scary when they sleep with us. I don't know why.
"Mummy, you dead!"
"No, I'm fine."
"Mummy, you not dead?"
"No, I'm fine. I'm sleepy and confused but I'm not dead."
"Oh." She looked at me, discerningly, "I come in your bed where you not dead."
"Okay."
Their dreams are not as scary when they sleep with us. I don't know why.
posted by Susan Harper at
8:33 PM
2 Comments:
That's an upsetting dream for a small child to have. :(
Yeah, wrap the world in bubble wrap, choose their friends, and monitor their play, yet still their minds aren't safe. She seemed to have forgotten by morning though.
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