"I don't want to sleep ever again," Ali tells me this morning, after waking up in my bed. "Last night and the night before I had two bad dreams."
It's quite a problem for my kids, these nightmares. Our nightime prayers include a request for good dreams, not bad dreams, but sometimes they come anyway. Then I wake up with a little person snuggled close to me, his breath a counterpoint to H's in the morning gloom.