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.
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.