A story from the middle of the night.

The past few nights have been rough at the Marshall house.  Brooke has been waking up some nights, but the nights when she sleeps all the way through it seems like one of the other kids is up for something.  Addy gets scared, Luke can't stop coughing and needs a humidifier, somebody falls out of bed.  Last night we were awakened at 3 am to something we had not experienced.  I heard screams from the big kids room. High pitched, loud screams like something terrible was happening.  Scott jumped out of bed and started shouting, "Hey, hey, you're okay, what is it."  Then I heard Luke, who was doing the screaming, say "There's something in the bed, there's something in the bed."  He finally calmed down a little and insisted that there was a black kitty and fireflies in bed with him.  I was afraid that Addison was going to get scared and have trouble sleeping.  She is usually the one that overreacts and gets scared at night.  But she just laid in bed the whole time very calm and quiet.  When Scott tucked Luke back into bed and was heading out the door Addy added, "He fell out of bed too."  Luke thankfully went right back to sleep, but he insisted that there was a black kitty and fireflies in the bed.