Miss Rose woke up with bad dreams last night. I could hear her trying to tell her sister, but she sleeps a bit like a log, so I called her to my room. She quickly snuggled in and fell back to sleep, stirring only once, but she settled again when I held her hand.
This morning she climbed into my lap and told me about her bad dream. Apparently a little friend had touched things in Miss Rose's room that she shouldn't have, and then she came in to my computer and messed up my emails.
I'm so thankful that was all there was to it, and I told her it was just a dream and not to worry about it.
Class of 2018
8 years ago
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