I meet you… by my childhood bed.

It is after 10 p.m. Too late for a child my age, but you allow it.

 
My head rests on the cuddle blanket. It smells like me. (I only realise that much later.) You gently stroke my back. 
We talk about the day that has passed. Maybe also about the one to come.

 
At some point I grow quieter. Sleep comes soon.

You wish me good night. Again and again.

 
For so many evenings. I feel safe.

Written by Lisi Sperber
 Photo by ashley on Unsplash