Nightly Routine
The soft whimpers stirred me from my sleep. Tiny little moans as she worked through yet another sleep cycle. I sluggishly turned around in bed and checked the alarm clock on the bedside table, 03:00am, just like every night. Grabbing the top of the duvet, I pulled it up around my neck and snuggled back into my pillow, praying she would settle herself. The whimpers turned into cries, then wails. The sound echoed through the dark room, it burrowed deep into my ears and rang through my head. I began to weep. Throwing the covers off of me and pulling myself out of bed, I walked over to her, picked her up and cradled her in my arms. I rocked her gently and whispered
“Mummy’s here baby, go back to sleep”
After a while, the cries stopped.
I turned, placed the urn back on the shelf and climbed back into bed.
yikes! creepy stuff!