One morning, I woke up from a dream that left my mouth cottony with guilt. In my dream, my young son kept wandering out of his bedroom, red eyed and tousled, to complain that he couldn’t sleep. My partner, Mona, and I, trying to enjoy a few moments of peace after another long day locked in a small house with two energetic children, kept telling him to go back to bed.
“Of course you can’t fall asleep,” I snapped, still in my dream. “You keep getting up.”
