It's somewhat early & she's fast asleep. It doesn't matter to me because I know that theres been times she's laid awake at night unable to find sleep, no longer familiar with what it meant to find rest. The moment she laid on top of me, her head against my chest, her ear to my heart. I ran my fingers through her hair & felt her tighs loosen, symbolic for how relaxe she'd become. Even when her days are chaotic, she comes home to me & I help her find peace.
This is love.
