Very early this morning...

Chloe woke up crying. It was 1 am to be exact. I went running, still in dream-state, to her room, her bed. She was crying out, "My sleeve! I can't find my sleeve!" 

She was in a state of panic. I assured her that her sleeve was indeed still attached. She cried. I tugged on her sleeve several times to prove its existence. Slowly, the reality sunk in and she calmed. She laid in my arms catching her breath while I searched her bed for Monk-Monk. Once he was in the right place she was able to relax and drift back to dreamland.

I eagerly followed her there - after I recited the events of the previous moments in a desperate attempt to remember!