I've mentioned before that Bud climbs into bed with us at some point every night. He usually does it quietly and without announcement. I only know he's there because I wake up with an elbow up my nose.
So I was surprised when, a few nights ago, Bud didn't slip quietly into our bed, but stayed in his own room and cried out to me: "Mama! MAMA!"
I dashed in to find him sitting up with his eyes closed. "Bud, I'm right here," I said. "What's wrong?"
"Mama! Your trunk!"
"MAMA! YOUR TRUNK!"
"I'm okay, honey. You're having a dream. Let's go back to sleep."
"Yes," he said, dropping face-first into his pillow. His long slow breathing told me he was sleeping heavily; he'd never really woken up.
It took me some time to fall back to sleep, though. My trunk? What do you suppose I looked like in this dream?
Never mind. I don't think I want to know.