We called it an early night yesterday. Bailey was in bed, status post story, by 7:30pm. Two hours of adult time and we turned off the lights at 9:36pm. I rolled around uncomfortable for a while, the sheets didn’t feel right on my skin, the air was too hot, by body with leftover warmth and clamminess, my neck and shoulders tight. The thick, firm, memory foam pillow? Or the formless feather pillow? I finally decided something between stomach and side lying, with the memory foam pillow tucked under my side. I got up a couple of times. Go to the bathroom. Trot downstairs and turn off all the outside porch lights and downstairs bathroom light. Darkness. Except for the stars. The computer had been turned off (with the abstract, colored screensaver). Thinking about all the nocturnal life that was going on outside these walls and windows.