Never Alone

I have been in a desperate state when it comes to sleep the last few days.

I have wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed with someone kind.

I know that most of you know that feeling. Just that negative pressure of having someone in the bed with you. That is something that I have gotten used to. For the last twelve years it has been a rare night that I wasn't sleeping in bed with someone. And that empty space is felt quite heavily as of late.

So there I am getting ready for bed. Actually sizing the thing up like some kind of opponent. Wondering how long I'm going to lay there before I actually fall asleep. Knowing that it is going to be a fight. I forestall the event and go back into the living room to watch more TV. Pretty soon it is like one in the morning and I still haven't made my way back into my room.

Then I hear the little rustle of door knob from the kids room. It is more that tired fumbling, like very small hands are having a hard time turning the knob. It is s., she is just about two and a half and she still struggles with door knobs. So I get up and go over to the door, opening it for her I see that her hair is a mess and she has the pout face on.

"Oh baby, why are you awake?"

"I haf bad dweem."

I scooped her up in my arms and was suddenly overwhelmed with tired. I carried her into my room, laid down with her in bed, and was instantly asleep.

Things couldn't have gone better.

File under Virtue.