Mephitidae: *wakes up* OMG OLD MOMMY THANK GOODNESS YOU'RE BACK YOU WERE GONE FOREVER IT WAS VERY SCARY AND SAD

*Dramatically flings her whole body on mine, especially impressive because she was lying down*
Me: Buh?
Middy: I WAS ALL ALONE AND YOU WERE GONE AND GONE AND IT WAS VERY BAD NEVER LEAVE AGAIN!!!!
*Attempts to physically merge with my torso*
Me: Um... Wha? I was right he...
Middy: I LOVE YOU OLD MOMMY DON'T LEAVE NEVER LEAVE NEVER EVER YOUR POOR MIDDY SPOOOOOOONNNNN!
*Begins aggressively grooming my face, which makes it extremely hard to breathe/ have skin*
Me: *splutter* ok, it's ok, don't drown me, I'm right here!
*15 minutes of soothing*
(I'm pretty sure she had a bad dream and that in the dream she was all alone and couldn't find me. Normally she has belligerent dreams, and sometimes she wakes up very irrationally angry and needs to be talked down.
The wall between dreams and waking is very thin for this little pup. My poor lil Middy Spoon!)

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