Groggyland

I have the bad habit of going into Andy's room after he's asleep to compulsively check on him. Really, it's that I want to stare at him, rub his back and generally fawn over him when I know he's out. It's also my chance to quietly remove the objects from the floor so I don't break my neck, particularly if he gets me up in the middle of the night. Last night, I was on the floor quietly tidying and he woke up. Not an angry or want to play face, but his eyes were open and he was staring at me. I stared back and smiled, which made him laugh. which made me laugh. We did this for a couple of minutes. It was really something special. Then I quietly left his room and miraculously he went back to sleep. I wonder if he thinks it was a dream.