It was late. About two or three in the morning. I was laying on the couch with my head in his lap, and he was sleeping in an upright position. His hand draped over me lightly enough to hold me. Tracing my fingers along his. The TV was on in the background, but I couldn’t tell you what was on. I was lost in that moment. Taking it all in. The peaceful serenity that comes with the late hours of the night. His breathing like a white noise that could have rocked me to sleep. If only we could have stopped time, temporarily, and stayed like that a little longer.