Sophie in the dark

Last night I heard her coughing in her sleep.

And then she was awake, crying fitfully.

I stood at her door, waiting to see if I should go in or not. When she cried again, I went into her room and bent over her crib to rub her back and see what I could do for her. Vaguely, through the dark of her room, I could see that she was reaching out from the bars of her crib.

I bent down and fumbled around until I found the binky that had fallen out. As I did so, Sophie murmured "Uh oh! Uh oh! Uh oh!"

Then she snatched the binky from my hand, rolled over and went back to sleep.

A couple of nights ago I had similar cause to check on her in the night. I fumbled around in the dark, trying to set things right. I could just barely see her little body as a pale blob lying in her crib. I petted her, straightened her out and waited for her to calm and fall asleep.

Finally I got up and started sneaking to the door. I opened it and looked back at her. Sophie was lying there staring up at me solemnly.

"Good night, Goose," I said, "Sleep tight."

"Bye bye," she said, "Bye bye. Bye bye."