Writing in her sleep

Florence was a sleep walker.  It all started after she fell while climbing a watermelon pyramid when she was three year old.  That night she cried from the pain in her shoulder but no one came to her side.  

“She needs to just cry it out” said her mother.  

She moaned in pain during the day but cried all through the second night as well.   The morning after the third night, her father snuck off with her to the hospital.

“Your daughter has a broken collarbone Mr Peacock.