I smile and carry Kyle there, slipping his shoes and jacket off before tucking him in. Once he's alright, I kiss his forehead goodnight and head back to the couch.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
“Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number.
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you—
Ye are many—they are few.” — Mary Shelly