insomniac city, by bill hayes
Friday, March 16th, 2018
I am heartbroken but at peace. Last night, before getting some sleep, I came in to see if he needed anything. I tucked him in and kissed his forehead. “Do you know how much I love you?” I said. “No.” His eyes were closed. He was smiling, as if seeing beautiful things. “A lot.” “Good,” O said, “very good.” “Sweet dreams.”
