What my nights are like

12:06 a.m. I have been asleep for two hours. I am awakened by a scream of such intensity, I think Grace must have a ruptured appendix. Adrenaline courses through my veins.

"MAAAAMAAAAAAA!!!!"

I decide to see if she really means it. She does and screams again, "MAAAMAAAA."

I stumble out of bed to her room. "What?"

Grace replies, ever so calmly, "I wasn't talking to you, I was talking to myself."

She rolls over and goes back to sleep.