That night she woke close to midnight and walked quietly into my room.
“My bed is tight again.”
I went in to inspect it. The mattress, the frame, the sheets—everything appeared completely ordinary.
When I told my husband Eric, he laughed.
“She just doesn’t want to sleep alone.”
But Mia continued insisting.
Every night.
“It feels tight.”
After a week I decided to replace the mattress entirely, thinking perhaps the springs inside were damaged.
The new mattress arrived two days later.
For exactly one night, Mia slept peacefully.
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