For three weeks, my daughter Mia repeated the same unusual sentence every night before going to bed.
“Mom… my bed is too tight.”
At first, I assumed it was just one of those weird words kids use when they can’t properly describe discomfort. Mia was eight years old, full of imagination, and sometimes a bit dramatic when it was almost time for bed.
“What do you mean tight?” I asked one evening, tucking her in.
She shrugged.
“I just feel like something’s squeezing me.”
I pressed my hand against the mattress.
It seemed perfectly normal.
“You must be growing,” I said. “Beds can feel smaller when you’re taller.”
She didn’t seem convinced.
That night, she woke up around midnight and quietly came into my room.
“My bed is tight again.”
I went in to check it out. The mattress, the frame, the sheets—everything looked perfectly normal.
When I told my husband, Eric, about this, he laughed.
“She just doesn’t want to sleep alone.”
But Mia persisted.
Every night.
