Sleep my dear.
Our bodies are close, the warmth radiating off each other. We fit together like a perfect puzzle piece. Our hearts beating in time our breathing in sync. Only difference is one of us is awake.
Listening to your little snores. Feeling you twitch as you go deeper into slumber. The slight moans from your mouth as you start to dream.
The noises of the house, the creak of the house as it starts to cool down.
The animals we own, downstairs drinking from their bottles, eating the food lay before them. Rearranging their beds.
Our son in the next room. Their bed squeaking slightly as they move as their dream takes over their limbs.
The outside of our house. The dog barking, the aeroplanes flying past and the engines of cars and tires across the tarmac.
Sleep my dear. Because in
this moment everything is perfect. Our home is perfect. Our family is perfect. ❤️
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