She’s coiled up in covers, drifting about a nightmare that threatened. I couldn’t help but realize her nightmare had happened, it happened when I had choppy bangs and had teeth to give to the tooth fairy. Father is loose legged and falls into the driver seat with numb rebuttals. I follow him child duck to ankle, the sobbing, the pleading at his shallow breaths and the red at his eyes. Then I find myself standing at a gaping garage door, slobbery faced, and alone.