11:00 p.m.
Sharing a room with Ben. He's four.
The darkness has settled on me, and I drift.

Auntie Jane?
Mm-hm?
Is my mommy's mommy your mommy?
Yes, love.
Oh.

The drowsy weight falls again, warm and welcome.
And Jane?
Whaaa?
Why do you smoosh your face into the pillow like that?
Er... because that's how I like it, sweetie.
Oh.

The night light glows in the corner, yellow.
Jane?
I can only manage a grunt this time.
Are you sleeping?
Yes.
Oh. Me too.

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