That's what I think of this blog...specifically the title. At first I liked it, it was cutsie and quaint...but that's all it is, and that gets boring fast. Soooooo....let's try something else. But let's try it tomorrow...the neighbors are suddenly quiet and their guests, who were, naturally, parked under my bedroom window, just left. I plan not to have any night terrors tonight. Don't know what those are? You don't want to. But, if you do want to; imagine waking up inside a nightmare, but not really, you know you're awake, but you can't move, you can't speak...or rather scream because that's your first impulse...and your heart feels like it might burst with the next beat. Sometimes it's auditory, a birdsong turns into the scream of a lost child. Sometimes a heavy blanket feels like a stranger sitting on the bed. Or the sheet falling away feels quite like an animal scurrying across your arm and torso. Sometimes traffic lights from the nearby highway make a five year old's mind believe she's gone blind...the rest of the family remembers that night fondly.