Friday as always

The end of the week.
A rainy morning.
I am sorry.
I hope that somehow you felt my hand holding yours. I was there.
As always.
Promise.
If just for this time I could bend time and space for you, I would.
You know it.
Now, try to sleep. I'll watch over your dreams.
As always.

“Try to imagine what it will be like to go to sleep and never wake up... now try to imagine what it was like to wake up having never gone to sleep.”
― Alan Wilson Watts