Sofia woke up and came in our room near midnight. I took her back to bed and tucked her in again. "What woke you up?" I asked her.
"I coudn't remember the shape of a butterfly's wing," she said.
"That's what woke you up?"
"Do you remember what did?"
"I was just enjoying the sounds that life was giving me?"
"When you were sleeping?"
"No, when I was lying here listening."
Then she fell back asleep.