I kick all the blankets to the end of the bed and focus on breathing deeply. My pulse begins to slow and my eyes start to feel heavy. Victory is near.
This is the exact moment that a small arm lands hard across my chest and reminds me that I am not alone. My daughter stealthily climbed into bed over an hour ago, discovered no barriers between her and sleep, and is now fully sprawled across my bed.
I gently lift her arm off my shoulder when I spot the friendship bracelet, her “pretty”, handing off her delicate wrist and I remember back to when she first displayed her treasure just two weeks ago.