It’s hard to fall asleep, I know. But you made it!
I’d love to high-five you but won’t.
Instead I just look at you and listen to you and wonder what’s in your dreams.
Ladybirds, cousins, balloons? Or my tense, stressed-out voice from last week?
The images of your room perhaps? The only one you ever had, now empty and echoing, sterile and strange…
Whatever it is, I’m here. For you. Always.