middle of the night

I was downstairs reading comics, when a noise moved through the house.  At first, it appeared to be the wind.  Then after hearing it a second time, I checked at the foot of the stairs.  Realizing it was my daughter, I moved quickly to her room, found her crying in the dark.  Picked her up and rocked her back to sleep.  There are few things worse than your child crying.  There are few things better than being the arms that make it all go away.  Nightmare: zero.  Dad: happy to be able to be there when his daughter needed him.