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.”