He likes to sleep near the bedside and I like to watch him snoring.
He likes to scream at nights and I like lullabies.
He likes to bite my neck in the mornings and I like to heal myself.
He likes to scratch my arms and I like to ask how did it happen again?
He likes to watch the fan spinning in the room and I like to blow it.
He likes to jump on one chair to another bed and I like to move my eyes around him.
He likes to start sentences and I like to finish them.
He dreams to live in a plastic bag and I like to imagine the sound he would make.
He will say “I will be gone soon” and I'd like to say “ hush,it doesnt matter now”