Woke up crying

Date: 10/25/2017

I just woke up crying. there was this young woman who was very sweet. She had had a very hard life, abusive parents, and her partner was missing from the picture of her and her young daughter. She never mentioned this partner because it was clearly very emotional. Now she was going away for a bit and somehow I ended up as a babysitter for her adorable little girl. She was so small, not quite an infant, but very very small and cute. She could crawl and had brown hair. She wore an adorable outfit. She had such a bright and happy personality too. I liked her so much just from the time of knowing her. I don't know her name or any specific details, just that she was the best thing that had ever happened to this young woman. It was clear that she was the happiness equivalent of all the torture she had been through in her life. Well I got to this house. And we were up on what seemed like the third floor. It was becoming just about time for the mom to leave and she decides that she will let me have a few moments alone as she needs to use the bathroom. The bathroom is located at the top of the stairs. A set of hardwood stairs, pretty tall and long. The house had a basement too. Cold hard cement floor. It was a tall house. So she decides to use the bathroom before she leaves and let's me be with her sunshine for a little bit. It's in the midst of first interaction awkwardness, and I was just beginning to put together how much this little girl means to the woman. I didn't know much, but it was clear. The door shuts and the baby and I are outside of the door. She is old enough to crawl and loves to move around on the floor. I stand between her and the stairs. On the other side of her is this little hallway and a left turn that you cannot see around until you are actually making the turn. Little do I know about the house, i allow her to crawl. Observing her and processing in my head the possibilities of the story, i realize the baby had made its way around the corner. It wasn't far away, I just couldn't see around it. So I begin walking. Once I just barely begin to make my way around the corner, I see the baby. There's this fence-like structure around a corner, sort of like at the top of the stairs how a railing makes a 180 degree turn. So there's a little opening in the floor. To my astonishment, the baby is crawling at full speed towards this hole. My heart beats double time and I jump into action. But the baby is already there. A nightmare. This was a nightmare. The baby went headfirst through the hole, followed by the rest of her body. I was running to the hole, silent, still hoping to make a good impression for this woman that I was caring. But the baby was gone. I looked down. A tsunami of fear and unrelenting emotions hit me. I wheeled around screaming. I ran for the stairs. The mom knew. She followed by calling for the daughters name. This moment was like descending down a spiral in the worst trip ever. Going down the stairs I was plagued with awful emotions. I was crying out loud. I looked and somehow the baby was there. She lay on the basement floor. I woke up crying. Panting and tears behind my eyes. My heartbeat at triple rate. I woke up crying and moaning. My body was ridiculed with a cold and ill feeling that makes me sick and want to throw up. I don't want to sleep again