Sunrose Catching Dreams

Genevieve's been having nightmares.  She tip toes into our room at some odd hour, taps me on the shoulder, wide eyed, shaking, and pale, four inches from my face - she'd get the leading roll in any horror movie.  Her nightmares are scaring the shit out of me. 

So today I dug deep (REALLY deep) and found my inner hippie.  Let's call her Sunrose.  She had a solution. 

The dream catcher was created, filtering out every bad dream that breezes in a bedroom window on an Edison wind.  Thanks for being there Sunrose.  Let's meld heartbeats more often.