Lisa has a nightmare
A soft knocking at the door, ugh, not again. I tried to ignore it, maybe she will go away. Another soft knock, but this time the door opens slightly and a soft voice squeaks, “Mommy?” “She’s asleep Lisa, what’s wrong?” I replied, feigning sincerity, not because I didn’t care but because this was becoming a nightly occurrence. “I had a bad dream, I wanted to know if I could lay down with you guys?” As expected… but of course, as my wife had often pointed out, I could never say no to my princess. She had me wrapped around her little finger. “Sure, but you’ll have to lay next to me so you don’t wake up your mother.” I heard the door shut and little feet navigate across the dark floor and climb up into …