Sleep Tight
Ivy's finally down. It took an hour of rocking and back patting but she's finally asleep in her bed. Now I can get into mine. Nick has been asleep for an hour now. It's almost 2am. I've brushed my teeth, washed my face and put on my night shirt. I slide silently beneath the covers and lay my head down. With my eyes closed, I listen for Nick's breathing. That's one. I listen for Ivy's. I'm listening... listening... I don't hear it. Maybe I'm breathing too loudly. I hold my breath and listen. Listening... I still can't hear it. 'This is stupid,' I tell myself. 'She's fine.' But I still don't hear it. I'll hate myself if I find her lifeless in the morning. I get out of bed. It's completely dark, but I know exactly where she is. I lean my head down, less than an inch above hers and listen. The faint hiss is there and her breath is warm on my cheek. I slide back into bed. Now I can sleep. It's now 5am. I wake up