The Scream

Ok.  So this is what I felt like at approximately 12:44 a.m. this morning:

I was sleeping peacefully when Cherie sat upright in bed and let out a scream.  Not just a little scream - a "there is a man at the end of the bed with an axe" scream.  She screamed, I screamed, she screamed again.  While all the screaming is going on I am thinking I certainly hope there is not a man with an axe at the end of the bed cause I am blind without my glasses in the dark.  She then Cherie says - "its okay, its okay, its nothing" and literally goes right back to sleep!

I did not go back to sleep and instead came downstairs and did a sweep of the house for axe-wielding murderers.  Thankfully, I didn't find any.

On a side note, in the morning when I brought up the scream, she did not remember it!  I certainly hope there is not a repeat performance tonight.