3 A.M.

I'm deep in slumber land, possibly dreaming, snuggled under my thick warm quilt.   Then out of the dark, comfortable depths my conscience is aware of a small touch or push.  I roll over and reach my hand out and, sure enough, I feel a small trembling body standing beside me.

"What's up Buddy?"  I groggily whisper.

"I had a bad dream."

I drag myself out from under my blanket into the cold, silent, house, throw on my housecoat and quietly walk with my little girl to her room.

I cover her with her two blankets and lay down beside her.  

I speak softly about nice things and caress her face and try to bring her mind around to happier thoughts and images.  Soon she is relaxed and calm.

I give her a kiss and hug and go back to my warmth.