The first thing I do each morning is wonder if you had a better night's seep than I did.
I don't sleep much these days, and I know you don't either, even though you don't want to admit it sometimes.
I know, though.
And each morning when I lay there in a daze I think about how strongly I long to know that you were finally able to experience the "sweet dreams" I told you to have the night before.
**I've never longed for anything as much as this.