I’ve been trying to sleep more than usual, because it calms my mind for a few hours. John understands this; He encourages me to take small naps on the sofa during the day, and he pulls me to the bedroom earlier at night. We talk of nothings until he or I doze, and if he does first, then I follow shortly after most nights.
Tonight he has fallen asleep quickly, though, and I cannot help but to watch him as his chest moves quietly. His left index finger twitches when he dreams, and I can always tell when it’s a bad dream or a nice one.
Tonight I’m sure it’s a better one, because of the look on his face as well. It’s nice to see him like this. Even if I can’t sleep.