Bad Dream Bears

I had a visitor last night. After setting a backyard trap consisting of honey sticks, my middle one found herself trapped. A bear had chased her and her sisters up on to the top bunk. And when I came in to rescue them, the dream got fuzzy. Lucky for me. My middle one isn't the cozy one. She has all her answers to all her questions. But last night, thanks to a bear, I got to be there. I got to find out she's still baby soft, warm and snuggly. Smelling of freshly washed hair and flannel pjs.