The new apartment was almost done. Ours is on the very top floor. As we walked by the site, we could hear hammering, power tools, and filthy mouthed tradies.
“Who’s actually watching him though?” I asked Aaron.
“The builders I guess. He’ll just be in the apartment.”
My eyes bulged as the weight of what he just said sunk in. The new apartment came with childcare, so we’d handed Daniel over while they built.
“But they are busy building. Who’s going to read him stories? Who will put him down for his nap? Who is going to feed him and change his nappy? Who will play with him? What if he wakes up in the middle of the night? No one will be there! He’s probably screaming right now, confined to a tiny playpen with no one watching him!” I started freaking out.
“He’s fine, don’t worry about it.”
“He’s NOT fine!” I started crying. “I’m going to get him right now! I’m going to go up there, listen outside the door, and then burst in and get him when I hear his cries.”
Hang on. Why were we buying a new apartment? We just bought a house. And we need our yard. A penthouse apartment doesn’t have a yard. And why would I give Daniel to strangers to look after the whole time they built it? Something wasn’t right.
My eyes flew open. It was a dream. Daniel was safe in his cot asleep, I was safe in my bed, and the whole, horrible thing was just a dream. I looked at the clock. 4:11am. No matter how still I laid, I couldn’t get back to sleep after that. I guess I’m going to be tired today, but at least Daniel is safe, it was only a dream.
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