1:20am we turn off the light. Bridget falls asleep as easily as one might slip into a pair of pajamas. She has this thing where her body kinda twitches as she enters a dream. Her fingers will flex, her legs will jerk then she is still.
Outside big gobs of rain.
2am and I try and lay still as not to disturb her. I count to ten, giving each number a virtue that i want to cultivate in myself.
I think about a movie I want to see ( Anti-Christ)
I think about the fact that this was the first year since my father passed away that the anniversary of his death came and went without me noticing. I wonder what that means. I think about telling my self 8 years ago that there would be a time when such forgetfulness was even possible.
I hold my hand against the weak light and look at the shape.
3am and wonder start to whisper to myself
3:30am and Bridget snuggles and her hot breath feels nice
4am I yawn and take this as a sign I could possibly fall asleep
8:20am the alarm goes off and wonder when I fell asleep