He is sleeping.
Arm curled around his dog.
Cat cuddled up on the other side.
Gentle slumber, and for once, a night without bad dreams. How do I know? when he sleeps, I am awake. I know when he has a bad dream. It is as much a part of him as air. If he has no bad dreams by this time of the night, he won’t have bad dreams at all. Not sure why it is.
Rest easy my son, tomorrow will be a good day.