I awoke this morning, frantically searching for my child. My twins were in bed with me so I could see them clearly. I began running around the house starting to cry checking all the windows and doors for an intruder and calling out the name Leah, which at the time I knew in my head was short for Aleah. I called my parents freaking out saying my baby was gone. My mom asked me where Bentley and Bella were, my twins, and then I replied in my bed!! And she slowly had to talk me down to realize I only have two kids. Aleah doesn't exist. I don't directly remember any dream I was having but it was the most horrifying experience I've ever had.
