It's really quiet. The baby sleeps better than I ever will, if I ever will. No one replies to my text messages. Maybe their phone is dead, or at home - But it still means they hadn't thought of me.
It's really dark. I closed all the blinds and curtains, scared of what will melt out of or into the nighttime. The baby sleeps with his door open, hardly afraid. I thought he would've wanted to sleep next to me for safety, and yet I wish I was sleeping near him for safety.
Sometimes a little body next to you is all you need. Or a text message. Or a little bit of sunlight. Anybody.