Most kids tell me I’m lucky. I have no nightmares. Never. I sleep peacefully, every night. I don’t dream either, but it’s better than screaming in my sleep.
Sleeping is the best part of my day, but Dr. Phelps tells me dreams, even nightmares, serve a purpose. Dreams filter the day’s problems; nightmares scare off our demons. But since I seem well adjusted, he tells me not to worry.
I trust him.
This morning, I woke to sunshine and birds singing outside my window.
As always, Dad was standing beside my bed, his belt dangling from his fist.
Who needs nightmares?