You and Papa have been together for years, and over the years Papa's bedtime got earlier, and earlier. It was 7 o'clock and Papa was curled up in his old leather armchair in his silk jammies set with his nose in a thrilling novella. His hair was tied up in a messy low bun, you usually braided it but you were busy. His eyes were all droopy with sleep creeping in on him. He lazily reaches for his tea and takes a long sip.