“Yeah,”

“How’s your stomach?”

“Fine. Just dreaming.”

“What were you dreaming?”

“About the last castle.”

“In your game?”

“Yeah. Can I have a cup of water?”

“Yes.”

(I go and get it for him, he’s asleep when I come back and I put my hand on his forehead)

“What?”

“Here’s your water. I’ll put it right here.”

(he drinks, long and hard)

“Thanks. I love you.”

“I love you too. Go back to sleep.”

My boy…