You came into my room last night

           Your body woke you

Clutching the tiny flashlight we gave you

In front with both hands

Braving the journey one door down

Body quieted, you climbed into my bed

Mind unsettled

               Unaware of your own thrashing

You pulled the pink blanket up to your nose

               The one I fetched without request

Sank into my sanctuary and

  Breathed in my sleep

As fearless as my tiny Thing Two is, she sometimes needs to borrow some of my brave to get back to sleep.  I wrote this after one of these nights when she uncertainly came in, not knowing what to do, and let me take care of her.  I don’t mind if she steals my sleep.  I’ll sleep later.