Midnight Lover

Mothers don't "fall" asleep. They CRASH. Glasses, bras, shoes still on, she didn't even know what hit her. ( she swore to herself she would finish watching season 3 of Mildred Pearse...)

But do not be mistaken, this is no heavy slumber, no idyllic coma. Only a peep will wake her. A moan,a a whimper of her baby will snap her out of her rest. She stays put, still as a statue, praying for a false alarm. Maybe she dreamed it? No. There it is again. Peep. Moan. Whimper.

What was a whimper becomes a cry, and eventually a full fledged wail.

He's UP.

She picks him up, herself still blurry eyed and cloudy, and then it happens. He doesn't need words, his tiny eyes speak louder than words, more explicit than a novel.  No one has ever looked at her this way. No one has ever been so happy to see her, the smile which he greets her with is the most loving, tender she was ever given.
The city sleeps, it seems not one soul but them are awake. They are alone, in the quiet darkness, and all there is is love.