Clutching my head in her little hands she calls out to me in a child’s frustration, shaking me, smacking, intentionally or not, my third eye. “Are you asleep? Wake up! Why are you sleeping?” I pause astonished, and smile, having never heard her talk this way.
"Are you awake?"
"Yes, I think so."
“What are you thinking about?”
“A star.”
“Okay, you're awake.”