When it is late and everyone is mostly asleep, I am sitting on my balcony again, eyes on the sky, half watching the clouds roll past and the stars move in the distance.
May is next to me, leaning against my arm. She'd wanted to stay up with me, but simply passed out from exhaustion against my arm anyway.
Taffy, her beloved, oversized toy rabbit is securely held against herself even in sleep.
Her arms are wrapped around its fluffy form tightly, like it is the most precious thing in the world to her.
Her mouth is partially open and soft snoring is audible with each inhale and exhale she takes.
...She's drooling too, slightly, and the fabric of my clothes are soaked and sticky from her drool.
In sleep, her expression is calm, peaceful.
Free from the troubles and worries of the waking world.
She looks more like a normal child her age should be like.
The fact she has so many fears and worries for a child is...
Unfortunate.
