2 a.m.
A child begins stirring. You hear a scream. I NEED WATER. Minutes pass that feel like hours. You stumble from your bed – in the general direction of the bathroom, there may be a water bottle in there – and head into the wailing boy’s room. Thirst quenched, you go back to bed.

2 a.m. (An hour later)
A child begins stirring. You hear a scream. I NEED WATER. Minutes pass that feel like hours. You stumble from your bed – questioning if this is a dream or merely déjà vu.

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