In the middle of night

Yaya woke me up.
"mama, i want something to drink, like milk"
"mommy is too tired, plus it is not good to drink milk in the middle of night"
"but i am hungry."
"try to lie down and close your eyes, go back to sleep"
"I already tried, but i can't, that's why i called you"
"but i don't want you drink during night"
"but i can't sleep, i saw a big, black thing flying in the room, that's why i cried, and then.."
Oh, at that point, i realized that she must have had a bad dream. Putting my finger in her hand, i told her,"it is OK, close your eyes and give it another try.." Both she and I were out right away, I guess.