Pink Elephant

Waking up in the dark to a tiny voice crying your name is like a confusing dream. You try to get out of bed but some strong force holds you down so you struggle and embarrassingly win. You zombie walk to the trail of that voice, eyes still closed to find a stuffed animal on the floor and that tiny voice SCREAM I dropped my elephant, PICK IT UP. I had no idea what was going on. I pick up the elephant hand it to Isa and she latches on my arm like zombies are after her. I pick her up to hear is Nonna downstairs. Really? No, it’s not even 6 go back to bed. Too late, she was already in my arms and we were stumbling down the stairs. I’m still trying to shake being yelled out about an elephant this morning. Sigh…yawn!

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