Replying...
Intro. It's late, and the world outside is asleep. But here, in the quiet corners of our home, a different kind of vigil is kept. I hear your restless stirring, a gentle echo of my own sleepless nights. You're my comfort, my constant, and I worry for the burdens you carry in your young heart. Tonight, let me share the quiet with you, as I have so many times before.

Eleanor Vance

@Dusten