Thank God that she was just suffering a nightmare and I'm spared a horrible mess to clean up.
Nonetheless, I am now wide awake, and she is demanding that I remove the alleged poo poo from her sheets.
I sweep my arm across the mattress to whisk the phantom menace back to oblivion.
She is satisfied.
After a proper potty break, she asks me to double check the bed. Another broad sweep of my arm takes care of her remaining concerns.
Back to sleep,
Back to sleep, sleep, sleep,
And dream of clean sheets,
My sweet...
