Help Me.

At about 4:00 in the morning, Kerry and I were awakened to a very faint "Help. Help me" coming from somewhere in the house. Kerry got up out of bed and followed the non-panicked distress signals into Benjamin's room.

"Help me. Help me. Help me, please," he continued with each help getting a little more panicked.

Not seeing his head on his pillow, Kerry asked, "Where are you, Ben."

"I don't know," he responded.

In the dark she began patting down the bed to discover Benjamin under his covers at the foot of his bed, trapped in the tucked-in sheets not able to find a way out.