Dreaming of Mickey

My Daughter fell off her bed two nights ago and landed with a thud.  By the time I made it to her room she was wandering around in a drunken-like stupor, not quite sure of what happened.  I moved her mattress to the floor and sat there with her.  She had a lot of trouble falling asleep. 

"Sometimes I have trouble falling back asleep when I wake up in the middle of the night," I told her.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because my eyes are awake, my body is awake, and my brain is awake."

"What do you do?" she asked.

"I find a comfy pillow....something to snuggle with...and then I close my eyes and think about Mickey's House,"  I told her.

I like to thing of morning's like this: