4:30am: "don't don't don't", comes from my boyz room. I jump , heart pounding, eyes blurry and my legs subconsciously carry me to his little safe haven. Tears stream down his face , he is looking at me but not at me, through me.
Whats up ? I say over and over again. No response just tears ....
I lean down , and after 5 minutes of talking to an incoherent 9 year old, I get a sense that he is actually waking from this traumatic dream.
He reaches out touches my head then my arm and says I'm okay dad , did ya have a bad dream. are you okay, want me to stay with you ? I smile and say ya buddy you stay with me .
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