The night. The door to open. Grandpa cries in the room. The little one in his bed hears it and cries, cries. I got up carefully so as not to wake my husband (although the tank would not wake him up) I went to close the door. She closed, and there was a cat under the door. She woke up and started murmuring, “Who did I wake up?” The cat was finally awakened and squeezed small. I just closed the door two steps to the baby’s bed to calm the baby. When I calm him, I shake. Suddenly the man wakes up and cries.
My husband’s version is shorter. I wake up suddenly, the child sneezes and a roasted aunt in a balloon approaches him and whispers, not holding back.