last night i found ozzy thrashing and crying and calling for me in his sleep. he wasnt awake. i went over to him and carefully picked him up saying 'mama's here. what's wrong?" he doesnt open his eyes, he's still sobbing, answers, "ozzy scared!" "what's scary, baby?" ozzy says, "big truck!" and i know what he's dreaming about...the day before we were playing outside when the garbage truck came onto our street. as it got closer it also got louder and because we live at the end of a small cul de sac, it had to pivot into our driveway to turn back around. the massive roaring garbage truck coming onto our driveway completely freaked ozzy out (i think he thought it was going to crush him?). he ran away from the truck, shaking from head to toe, crying that it was scary. i soothed him and told him it was a dream and the big truck wasnt here and he was safe. and he slipped easily back to a calm sleep again. i layed ...
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