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Every Morning, My Eight-Year-Old Said Her Bed Felt “Too Small.” When I Checked the Camera One Night, I Finally Understood Why.
She hesitated, choosing her words carefully.
I forced a small laugh and told her she must have been dreaming. Children’s imaginations are vivid, I reminded myself. Still, that night, sleep didn’t come easily for me.
A mother knows the difference between a passing thought and a real fear. Emily wasn’t dramatic. She wasn’t acting out. She was simply confused, and that unsettled me more than panic would have.
I mentioned it to my husband the next evening. Daniel listened, tired after another long day at the hospital.
“She’s probably having vivid dreams,” he said gently. “The house is safe. Nothing strange is happening.”
