it's my night on the monitor again, and every time i turned over to look, nancy's blanket had slipped a little more. i was just hoping it'd last 'til 6am this time.
at 2:30 it was almost off.
at 4:40, i heard her rolling around. i glanced at the screen and saw her stand up and begin to fix her blanket. once, twice, thrice, she held an edge in her hands, lifted it, and let the thin material fall on the bed. finally satisfied that it was smooth enough, she gingerly pulled back a corner, sat down, and tucked her legs under. she hesitated for a moment, then pulled the blanket up to cover most of herself. her breathing grew deep and regular, and she fell asleep.
sweetheart, you didn't save me any sleep... but that's hardly the point. you made my day before 5am. i love you so much.
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