There are zero people in my bedroom. That's zero too little.
I'm terrified of my bedroom.
There is a dirty dot of something yucky on my bed, I can't sleep on a dirty dot. (We go inspect said dirty dot… she discovers it is an old booger and is thrilled with the discovery).
I'm afraid I'll forget to wake up tomorrow and miss my day of no school.
I can't stop singing. It feels like wake up time.
The hippo in my bed is too fluffy.
I'm wearing too many pajamas (she was wearing two pairs because she couldn't decide which one to wear)
