He woke up screaming in the night, wailing, burrowing into his bedsheets to hide from the outside world. I was there within seconds, holding him, comforting him, trying to soothe my little boy and scare away the monsters. But they just kept coming, keeping him terrified, as quickly as I could protect him from the fear.
He screamed in his sleep, and he was in a world where I could not protect him from all the evil that threatens. I hugged him close, called his name, spoke soothingly, and he could not hear me.
Finally, I picked him up, for in this world I can still do that, and carried him to the safety of Mama’s Room, where he finally settled down, sucked his thumb, and stilled into sleep.
But I lay awake for much longer, knowing that the time will come when I can no longer protect him from such nightmares, and my heart began to break.