My son came out of his room tonight as he does occasionally an hour or so after going to bed.
He walked slowly through the hallway looking for me.
He found me sitting at the counter in the kitchen and, rubbing his eyes, mumbled something I couldn’t understand.
“What?” I asked him.
“I need help” he said, still rubbing his eyes.
I knew what this was, I could tell by his mannerisms, so I walked around the counter and asked him, “help with what?”
“I can’t find my cloud” he said.
Right. Of course he can’t.
I escorted him back to bed…
Usually I can’t understand his mutterings at all when he sleep walks. I can’t wait to see his reaction tomorrow when I ask him if he ever “found his cloud.”