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: