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“Close your eyes. Think good thoughts. You need to go to sleep, it’s really late. I’ll be right here if you need me.”

“Buuuuuut. Wait. When will you go to sleep?”

“When I go home.”

“Oh. But. Where is your home? Who is there right now? Will you sleep by yourself? Where’s Beagle?”

“I told you before, remember? I live in Bushwick. It’s a neighborhood in Brooklyn, just like your neighborhood is Cobble Hill, which is also in Brooklyn. My cousin. He’s my roommate. I am sleeping alone. You just threw him out of the bed. Look, he’s on the floor. Stop squirming, that hurts my arm.”

“Oh. I forgot. I forget sometimes. Snuggle me.”

“That’s not how you ask and also, only if you try to sleep. Otherwise I’m going downstairs. You’re a big boy now–”

“NO DON’T GO LOOK MY EYES ARE CLOSED I’M ALMOST ASLEEP AND DREAMING I SEE A DREAM RIGHT NOW.”

“OUCH. JESUS. Stop. Pinching. Me.”

Giggles.

“Alright, I’m going then. Goodnight.”

“NOOOOOooooooooOOOOOOOOoooooooo
ooooooooOOOOOooo!”

“Don’t whine.”

“You know I never sleep until the middle of the night. Every time. I told you this when you met me. I’m not really sleeping until the middle of the night time.”

“Hm. Right. You did tell me. My mistake.”

“Where’s your mommy?”

“At her house.”

“And your daddy?”

“His house.”

“Oh. I thought she was dead.”

“My mom?!? Why on Earth would you think that?”

“Uh, I dunno. I just thought that.”

…

“Isabelle.”

“Yes.”

“Why are your eyes closed? Are you sleeping too?”

“No. I’m just resting.”

“Don’t do that. You should play on your phone instead.”

“Go. To. Sleep. NOW.”

“Do you love me more than dogs and cats?”

“Sometimes.”

Hysterical laughter. “You’re funny! You’re the funniest person I know.”

“Thanks.”

More giggling.

“Shhh.”

“Um, Isabelle?”

“Hmm.”

“Are you ready to be a mommy soon?”