It might have been an elbow to the back. Or perhaps it was just a firm hand on my shoulder. It makes no difference, the result was my being startled out of what was, from the best I could recall, a comforting dream.
There was muffled whimpering coming from Lukas' room. Only half awake, I ignored it, rolled back over, and immediately fell back to sleep. Then only moments later another cry, this time louder, woke me up once again. I glanced at the clock.
Uhhg. I immediately got up and stumbled my way to his room. He lay there on his side, rubbing his eyes, but otherwise looked fine.
"What's wrong buddy?" I managed to articulate through the fog. This was the second time that night I had been called to his room.
"My feet!" he whimpered. "What about your feet Buddy? Do they hurt?"
"My feet..........are sticking out of the covers!" "Cover them up daddy."
I quickly pulled the covers over his socked feet, and without saying anything more, made my way back to bed.
I didn't even bother to roll my eyes.