Inner-City Nightmares

Around 2:30 this morning, I was awakened by my four-year-old son crawling onto the foot of our bed.

“I’m just going to sleep right here,” he whimpered loudly, curling up in the fetal position. “I just had a really bad dream!”

Groggily I sat up, envisioning an action story with some sort of villian. I rubbed his back. “What did you dream about, buddy?”

“Cockroaches!!!!!” he snarled indignantly. “Little cockroaches!!!! Medium cockroaches!!! BIG cockroaches!!!!. . . It was a really bad dream!!!!”


* Special thanks to my sister-in-law Sarah, whose creative comment became my post title. (Thank you, Sarah!) 🙂

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