Dear Spike:
About an hour after you went to bed I came into your room, as I promised I would and as is my custom, to check on you.
And there you were, hands behind your head, knees propped up and eyes wide open.
"Hello," you said.
"Hello," I said.
And that was it. I sat beside your bed and ran my fingers through your newly cut hair. And slowly, slowly, ever so slowly, your eyelids began to fall.
You were asleep for many minutes before I finally got up to leave.
I loved that so much. Maybe tomorrow night we can do it again.
Love,
dad
About an hour after you went to bed I came into your room, as I promised I would and as is my custom, to check on you.
And there you were, hands behind your head, knees propped up and eyes wide open.
"Hello," you said.
"Hello," I said.
And that was it. I sat beside your bed and ran my fingers through your newly cut hair. And slowly, slowly, ever so slowly, your eyelids began to fall.
You were asleep for many minutes before I finally got up to leave.
I loved that so much. Maybe tomorrow night we can do it again.
Love,
dad
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