Dreams

I had a bad dream last night. Nina was being a monster child and I started beating her. I was crying and exerting a lot of physical effort in my attempt to beat her badness out of her. And she acted like she didn't care one bit.  Just looked at me, defiantly, as if to say, is this the best you can do?

I woke up, upset. I opened my eyes and looked at her sweet, angelic sleeping face, resting about 2 inches from mine on my pillow (she had climbed into bed with us at some point in the night, as usual.) I stared at her in the early morning light, feeling troubled by my dream, and full of love for her.  And then, while still sleeping, she said, "I want the pink one."

I want her dreams.