In the dark of the night

In the dark of the night when the mind wavers between dreams and thoughts, I felt a close presence. I opened my eyes to the silhouette of a small boy's head, only inches from my own. Ezra.

I took him by the hand and led him downstairs. In the dim glow of the bathroom nightlight I asked, "Why did you get up?"

"I wanted to see you."

I heard the words come out of my mouth, "You can see me in the morning," but my heart said something different.

In the dark of the night...he wanted to see me.

For this one moment, I'll not think of lost sleep...but of a little boy who wanted to see his dad...in the dark of the night.