We listen to the piece on repeat for long enough that I lose track of time. And when Juniper’s head nods onto my shoulder some time later, I remove the headphone from her ear. Then I pick her up and stand as gently as possible, carrying her in my arms all the way back to the car. I carry her from the car to her bed once we arrive back at the house, and she doesn’t wake up once—not even when I remove her shoes and place the covers over her. I can only assume she’s dreaming of dancing skeletons.
