I’m not sure where his dreams are taking him when he rolls onto his front, mumbling my name through the thickening mist of sleep.
I’m exhausted, but not so spent I can’t take the time to lull him deeper.
He’s the reason I’m here after all.
No doubt, when he wakes first, as he usually does, he will rouse and arouse me to their echo.
The thought makes me smile. A rare thing. And only ever for him.
A kiss on his brow, a hand on his chest. I succumb to shared dreams, led by the rhythm of his heart.