Occasionally, she would wake up with nightmares, but would go back to sleep with a lullaby and turning the turtle (a nightlight that projects stars on the ceiling,,) back on.
In the last month she has taken to crawling into bed with us in the middle of the night rather than waking me. If I don't wake up she doesn't get sent back to her room.
She did it again last night. This morning I asked her if she was having anxiety because of school.
She replied in her best oh-mother-can-you-really-be-so-dim voice, "No, I'm having anxiety because of Fuzzbucket."
I'm glad we have a king-size bed.