Don't Let The Bed Bugs Bite!
No one in my family ever sleeps at night. They go on fantastic adventures. They return to schools of unknown sorts. They travel to other continents and even to other worlds. They visit hell. They talk to the dead and to the living. They make so much noise at night in their dream world waves that I cannot sleep. And so, I listen to their nocturnal scripts again and again and again.
My son squeals with delight, "wheeeeee, whoooo-haaaah, wow!"
He laughs and giggles while he calls out for more space ships, again and again. My daughter sings and dances with butterflies and fairies and a pig named Mercy. My poor husband, sleep deprived for decades, barely chokes out the words, "help me!" It is so desperate in tone and inflection I want to cry but I don't. I tell myself it is only a dream.
