My darlings, in the spirit of a dream last night that I noted....
A little girl storms into the room where I am, she’s complaining about something, has a bad snotty attitude. I get angry with her. I go with her to her room. There she breaks down. It turns out that she’s a sweet kid, she can’t sleep because her room’s too bright. I mother her and am no longer angry with her. I pull down the shades and draw the curtains and comfort the little girl who sits in bed. I put my arms around her.
I love you. Sleep tight. Sweet dreams.