There’s you and me, and the quiet and the dark. Whether you know it or not, you burrow deeper under my chin, resting your body over my heart.

I close my eyes and my hand continues moving in slow circles along your tiny back. You’ve been lulled to sleep, or maybe you’ve finally decided that it’s time for bed.

Your breathing is rapid, audible, and the noises that you make are far too loud for someone of your size.

I close my eyes and there’s you and me. There’s contentment and peace and a mere moment between the calm of now and the agitation of minutes ago.

Don’t worry. I’m right here.