I awoke from my dream world with a start, sitting upright in bed. My husband is asleep in bed next to me and the only light came from our digital clock. 3:30 AM. I sigh and rolled out of bed, slipping my feet into my pink bunny slippers. The wooden floor of the master bedroom creaks with every one of my steps as I walk to the conjoining master bath. I flip on the light and shut the door behind me, taking care not to wake my husband in the process.
I looked at my face in the mirror, a young girl of 23. The bags under my eyes heralded my many sleepless and nightmare filled nights. My face was absent of it's usual layers of makeup and my red frizzy hair was in clumps all over the place. I reached down and grasped the clear faucet handle, the cool water gently lapping at the marble sink. I splash some into my face, the cold water washing away any thoughts about my nightmare. I took a quick glance at the second white door leading to our daughter's room, listening for any sort of racket. My curiosity got the better of me and I gripped the golden yellow doorknob and crept into her room.