Morphing Mammas

February 14, 2012 by Rieshy

A few nights ago I heard the thump, thump, thump of running feet.  My bed covers were carefully lifted and a small person quietly slipped onto my side of the bed.  Quietly, because my 4 year old has learned that if he gets into our bed too rambunctiously in the wee hours I usually wake up enough to hold his hand and walk him back to his own bed.

Staying under the radar has become quite an important life skill.

This time was different- his little body was trembling with fear.  No way would I have evicted him.  I lay still,  wondering what kind of monster had been in his dream.  His body slowly relaxed. I drifted off. Until...

Suddenly I was awoken again,  with the sensation of little fingers frantically patting all over my face.  I almost laughed outloud.  I knew exactly what he was checking for.

Is this really my mother- or has my nightmare monster tricked me and taken possession of my parent's bed?

Only after the boogieman check could we all go back to sleep.


1 comment:

Melanie said...

This is great. I have a clear memory of crawling into my grandparents bed after a nightmare, only to be awakened again with the fear that my grandmother was being eaten alive by some kind of horrible worm!

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