An eight-year-old girl sleeps alone, but every morning she complains that her bed feels “too small.” When her mother checks the security camera at 2 a.m., she breaks down in silent tears….

Stuffed animals lined up neatly.

A soft yellow nightlight glowing in the corner.

Every night, I read her a story, kissed her forehead, and turned off the light.

Lily had never been afraid to sleep alone.

Until one morning.

“Mom, my bed felt really small last night.”

I was making breakfast when Lily came out, freshly brushed, wrapping her arms around my waist.

“I didn’t sleep very well,” she murmured.

I smiled. “Why not?”

She hesitated. “My bed felt… cramped.”