At first I assumed it was simply one of those odd expressions children use when they cannot properly describe discomfort. Mia was eight, full of imagination, and occasionally a little dramatic when bedtime approached.
“What do you mean tight?” I asked one evening while pulling the blanket up around her.
She shrugged.
“It just feels like something is squeezing it.”
I pressed my hand into the mattress.
It felt perfectly normal.
“You’re probably growing,” I said. “Beds can feel smaller when you get taller.”
She didn’t seem convinced.
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