A warm glass of milk.

Remember those moments?

When you're crying, and your five year old body can't stop heaving as tears roll down your cheeks uncontrollably. So, your Mum brings you a glass of warm milk and you already feel better as you imagine the warm sweet milk in your mouth. By the time your hands are around that warm glass, the tears stop. But when you taste it - it's sour.

I'll remember never to wake you when you're sound asleep. You talk nonsense.