To sleep, perchance to dream--of a giant snail-train monster
Posted Nov 23 2008 8:18pm
Two nights ago, while sleeping at her father's, Frances dreamed of Frosty the Snowman carrying her onto a refrigerated box-car headed to the north pole. Long before the train reached its destination, it turned into a giant snail and tried to eat her. Poor Frosty was transformed into a statue.
This dream terrified her, and last night she woke four times before midnight. I thought this evening was going better, until I heard a whimper upstairs. By the time I'd made it halfway up, what do I see but my wee girl tucking herself under the big duvet on my double bed.
I guess, when Mom's not upstairs to comfort you but you're really in need of some comfort, Mom's pillow-case will do.
I snuggled her and kissed her and left her there sleeping soundly. I owe the novel 2,000 words, after all. But something tells me this will be another long night.