I sleepy. Momma’s bed is warm. Smells like Momma. Smells like safe. But then I wake up and… something feels funny. Not bad-funny. Tingly funny. Like the air is sparkling. I blink lots of times, ‘cause my eyes feel sticky from crying. Then I see him.
Woof. My woof. The big one.The safe one. He looked worried. But I not scared. I not scared when Woof is here.My arms feel empty. So I reach.
“Woof.”
He comes fast-fast. His arms are warm. His chest is soft. He smells like the moon and outside and is strong. He holds me and it feels better. My tummy stops shaking. Momma smiles a little bit. LJ makes cereal in the kitchen, but it’s loud. She’s always loud and silly when she cooks.
But then—Everything gets quiet.Not like naptime quiet. Not like sleepy quiet. Like the air… stops. I lift my head
