Watch Out For That Door

We heard the yell, “Mummy, and then heard the thumping of feet across the carpeted floor. We then heard the thump of a fleet but frightened little body running into a closed door in the darkness. The thud of her collapsing to the floor was the saddest part.

Poor little thing. She had a bad dream, bolted from her bed, and wasn’t awake enough to manage the responsibility that comes with running scared in the dark. Mummy scooped her up and escorted her to the bathroom, then back into her room after a short sojourn in her parents bed. So at 5am both June and Zoey’s long day began.