Melissa shrieked a blood-curdling shriek.
I paused outside her door in case she went back to sleep on her own. She shrieked again. I went in and picked her up.
"What's wrong, little one?"
"Matthew took my shirt!"
"It's okay, little miss. You had a bad dream."
"You get my shirt back?"
"Yes. Night night." And tucked her back in.
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