Thump…thump…thump…thump! My heart was racing as I whipped my head out from under the covers. Vibrations on the bedroom floor woke me from a dream that I was trying to find a dressing room in a department store. Asking the sales clerk where I could try on my assortment of clothes, I was shocked to see she led me to a men’s single bathroom! Too stunned to question her guidance I figured it was all she had available, so I entered the room, locked the door, and commenced searching for a clean place to drop my belongings. That’s when the tremors began.
Relieved to be rescued from the men’s bathroom, I opened my eyes to see the source of this predawn quake. It was Dani, at the foot of my bed, marching like a soldier. Scantily clad in only her night top, underpants, and one sock, she was getting dressed for her day at the workshop. Too happy to contain her joy, she decided to join me in my bedroom.
Pulse still pounding, I crawled out of bed and escorted my half naked bright-eyed baby back to bed. “Just a few more hours sissy. Then you can go to work,” I whispered in her ear as I covered her up and headed back to bed.
Now, I gotta say. I’ve been woken up in the middle of the night by many things. Crying babies, a full bladder, Jimmy snoring, hot flashes, the neighbor’s house alarm, barking dogs, and thunder and lightening to name a few, but this is the first time I woke to the beat of marching. Having worked nights at the hospital for many years when the kids where young, I covet a good nights sleep. This, however, was worth the wake. What a joy to know Dani loves work so much she’d get up at 4am to go. It makes my job of assisting her during this time of adjustment a whole lot easier.
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