KAELRITH
I had spent a night on a corridor floor outside my daughter's room without being asked to, without being thanked for it, and without it producing anything except the specific knowledge that I had been present when being present was the only available thing.
That was nothing. I was still working out what it was, but I was reasonably certain it was nothing.
My back had opinions about the floor that I received without argument because the floor had been in the correct place, and the back's opinions about correct places were not the relevant consideration. Stiffness was manageable. The specific knowledge was not something I was willing to trade for a better night's sleep, and I had made that calculation before I settled against the wall, and I was not revising it in the morning.
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