Tonight I am awake, sitting on the couch and typing along as my sweet angel attempts to dream. The rules are simple: one bottle, one hug, one clean diaper, all closet doors closed, many kisses and soon the eyes close. A couple simple cries come from the room in the hopes I, momma, come rushing in and permit the all nighters. With strength and conviction I remain steady, patient, loving, sad, crazed, but at a distance. His eyes are closed. Slumber has begun. Soon, I too will be asleep and dreaming of far away lands, my father, events that will happen in the future, and food.