I lie there for a long time, watching him and marvelling at his stillness. It’s so rare to see him still, and I wonder what thoughts are filling his head tonight. Then I see the trailing wire from his earphones and realise that he’s listening to something on his phone. It can’t be work, because I’ve never seen him do anything work wise and not be upright and energised. Tonight, he looks almost like he’s dreaming, and suddenly my heart is filled with so much love and affection flooding through it, like an icy puddle cracking in the thaw.
