3:45 am, Tuesday morning.
I’m up.
Should be tired.
Not tired.
Body is saying “Go!”
Zeke stirs at my feet, and leans in.
Mental flotsam. But there it is again.
I jump in the shower.
I close my eyes, and linger in the sauna.
How do you know it isn’t?
I walk down the hall.
Behind door 1, Eric sleeps after a night out with friends.
Behind door 2, Rachel is wrapped under two comforters. She’s well into the final act of her dream.
Children.
You could be squarely in the middle of it, right now.
