I slipped silently into his room and he was still asleep. I could hardly even see!! He lay so quiet, the sheet pulled up over him, the white fabric drawing a line across his middle. I could see his bare shoulders. He was out, I knew what a sound sleeper he was and I carefully sat at the edge of his bed looking at him. Not moving, sitting so still. Watching his smooth easy breath. My heart pounding so hard I shook, I could hardly contain myself. He did not move, was he faking? I sat there watching him breath. No, he was asleep.

I loved his room, taking it...