monsters in the closet

rebecca's picture

One night, Paela woke me up four different times, calming down when I came to her each time. One time, I asked her why she kept waking up. The fact that I bothered asking a rhetorical question like this is evidence of my own grogginess. She, however, was more coherent than I was:

"There are no monsters in my room, but I really think that there is!"