I watch as you enter the room, obviously having been crying, unable to get to sleep in your own bed… again… the blankets almost seem to embrace you as you lay down, falling in just the right way so no drafts would sneak down your neck. You looked like you needed comfort… and I would provide…

I just needed to work up the courage to posses the bed, and draw the blankets and sheets up into a form that looked like me… to show myself to you… so that I could tell you I was still here… that I hadn’t left you…