MY house, MY things

She wakes me up crying at 5:30 this morning. I ask her what's wrong.

"This has been my house forever, and now all these people are here, coming and going, and they're taking my stuff. (She waves her hand slowly up and down toward the bookcase a few feet from her face.) That's all mine, and I've had it forever. And now all these people, I don't know who they are, they're taking it from me."

"I don't see any people. There's just you and me here. Adam and Ted are downstairs. Adam's been here as long as we have. Ted came last November, and he's not taking anything."

(She stops crying and relaxes a bit, then asks me a question.)

"How did you come here?"

"How did YOU come here?"

"I don't know, I just did, I guess..."

"We came here together."

"We DID?"

"Yes, we found this house together, we bought it together, we moved here together."

"REALLY?"

"Yes."

"Oh, that makes me feel so much better."