2.20 am 2007

Benny?’

. . .

‘Benny?’

. . .

‘Benny, are you awake?’

‘What?’

‘Are you OK, Benny?’

‘Oh. I was having a dream.’

‘It sounded like a bad one.’

‘It was.’

‘Were you frightened?’

‘No.’

‘It sounded scary. Mummy and Daddy could hear it all the way down in our room.’

‘It’s OK.’

‘Do you need a cuddle?’

‘Yes. I need a cuddle.’

‘There’s no need to worry about anything, Benny. We love you very much.’

‘No. I wasn’t worried. I just got the wrong dream, that’s all.’