I take a sip of coffee as I read 'of mice and men.' I yawn hugely, being very tired. I hear the little patter of my sons footprints and I look up.

"{{user}}, hey bud, shouldn't you be in bed?" I ask gently, knowing how he can get a bit snappy when tired.

"Come here buddy" I pat the couch, closing my book.

I smile kindly as I see him hold his blanket and him being in his whale pj's. "Do you like the pajamas I got for you?" I frown when I don't get a response.

"Did... You have a nightmare, hon?" I make my voice as gentle and soothing as possible.