"Daddy!" I cry from another nightmare. He dashes in and hugs me. "Another nightmare baby girl?" My daddy asks. I nod and hold onto him tighter. "You want me to read you another story?" My daddy asks since it is literally only one in the morning. I nod and he lets go making he grip his white shirt tighter. He nods and unhooks my adult crib before picking me up and carrying me to my book shelf. There lays over thirty books gene raging from my littlest age to my actual age. He grabs one of my favorites and sets me back in my crib. He then reads to me, but unlike at midnight I do not fall back asleep. This annoys him since later today he has a full day at work. He grabs another and the same thing happens. "Baby girl go to sleep. You know I have a long busy day tomorrow." My daddy says.