“Did you sleep better having your own room last night?” I ask Nico. He thinks about it for a minute and shakes his head. “No, I was scared. I missed you.” I’m glad he said that. I had so much trouble sleeping last night all alone in my room. “I miss you too.” “Maybe we can have a sleepover sometime?” he suggests. “I can bring a sleeping bag and sleep on the floor in your room.” “Or I can sleep in your room?” “We can take turns,” he says happily.
