Here's the thing about late night wake ups: you panic.
You think no one will ever sleep again.
We will spend the rest of tonight, awake. Walking up and down this hallway.
We will spend the rest of his life, awake. Walking up and down this hallway
You forget it's temporary.
You forget you'll miss this.
The weight of him in your arms,
Clinging to you,
His head on your shoulder.
You panic.
But it's temporary.
