A few times a week at least, around 3 or so in the morning, Alice wakes up and gets out of bed and comes looking for me.
I’m a pretty light sleeper. I hear her before she gets very far.
Still, it always startles me to find her stumbling, half-blind, down the hallway. Not where I left her.
“Mama? Hold you?”
We meet in the middle. I bring her back to bed. And she sleeps soundly for a few more hours.
This morning, I asked whether something scares her at night.
Yes, she said. Dinosaurs.
“Dinosaurs try to scare me.”
“Dinosaurs scare you?”
“Yes. Dinosaurs scare me.”
“Wow. Yeah. I can see that. How come they scare you? Is it because they’re big? Or because they’re loud? Or because they eat little girls?”
“Really loud. Raaawr! Try to scare me.”