Taking care of a new born is exhausting. Every two to three hours, a mother needs to wake up, change the diaper, feed the infant, and rock her baby back to sleep. It’s so tiring that sometimes it’s not easy to wake up.
Last night at around 1 am, I was dreaming . . . I and a bunch of random young people were hiding from these terrible little creatures that can eat us alive. Somehow, they cannot climb or fly. To stay safe, we had to keep off the floor and hide ourselves. They were a pleasant group: one was a 20-something body builder, another was a petite lolita, and some ordinary kids and young adults including myself. I didn’t look like myself. As always, I was someone else . . .
Soon, these terrifying monsters found our hiding spot and were about to munch on me when suddenly, drips of cold water touched my lips and I woke up. I felt for the phantom water and even looked up at the ceiling, wondering if there’s a leak from the top floor. The ceiling was dry.
Then a chill down my spine made me shiver and a quick image of a being looking down on me formed in my mind. I shrugged it off. The sound of my little baby shivering and whimpering next to me in bed, caught my attention.
I checked the time. It was time for her feeding. I hugged my little darling, kissed her on her forehead, wondering if maybe her guardian saved me from a nightmare and woke me for my daughter’s sake. If so, thank you. It was a little creepy, but thank you.
Ah, these beings . . . I can never really get used to them, although knowing they’re around is definitely reassuring. If it was indeed her guardian . . . I really hope so.
Three Sprites and a Soul 