i want to remember what nighttime means these days…lots of bodies in small spaces…drinks in the night…wanting to nurse…needing more covers…dreading knowing the time…hoping it is close to morning…for that would mean we got some sleep (funny how it used to be that i would rejoice if the clock said 1 a.m…now i moan that i’d hardly slept)…i know the day will come when we will miss this nest…knowing where everyone is…hearing the breathing…