I wake up the next morning to two year old Sarah staring down at me with a frown. I put her to sleep in her Pack N Play, but obviously she’s outgrown that, since she’s climbing on my chest right now.
I just lie there for a second, feeling the sweat from my nightmare making my cotton t-shirt and pajama bottoms cling to my body. The room that we’re in feels weird, and it takes me a second to remember that we’ve never slept here before.
feelsSarah peers down at me, her dark hair a wild mess. She has her mother’s looks, which make my heart ache every time I look at her.
“Ream?” she asks.
“Dream, yeah,” I sigh, moving her to the side and sitting up. “Did you sleep okay?”
“Sleep!” she chirps.
“Do you need to go to the bathroom?”
Sarah thinks about that, then shakes her head. “No.”
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