I wake to a town populated by fairies and sea creatures and dinosaurs, and my daughter is brushing her hair with a seashell—Several fairy offerings lay on my pillow—a teacup, a mushroom, a drawing of the sky—there are monkeys and glitter in the sky—And I am decorated—with orca whales and narwhals and homemade confetti—which slide off me when I stretch or fidget. And all the dolls of the room are cared for—lined up and tucked under a blanket—shhh—all my babies are sleeping.