On Dreaming

Every day I tell myself the same thing:

I’m going to see if Ezra will fall asleep on his own for nap, without me laying with him.

But every day,

I can’t resist the cuddles in bed.

The dark room

and the hum of the fan.

Your eyes getting heavier

and heavier,

until your eyelids close.

And watching you for a few moments

dream.

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