Nightmares or Something Else?
I stayed by my daughter’s side until she calmed down and fell back asleep. The next morning, she looked at me with worry. “Mommy,”
she said softly, “those weren’t just dreams.” Her words haunted me through breakfast. Was it possible that her nightmares were something more real to her?
The thought was unnerving. I wanted to protect her from whatever was causing this distress and figure out what was wrong.