Sometimes when I go to bed at night I sleep but other times like tonight I lay awake anxious about the future. Anxious about what lies ahead, worried about what tomorrow will bring. Watching my son sleep, watching him take his little breaths, in and out. His peaceful look on his face. Watching his eyelids moving back and forth, dreaming. Hoping his dreams are happy ones. Worried he will not live to dream about big ambitions, cars, girls, great job.
Anxious of his future. How can I not be? Scared out of my mind that I will lose him...
Wishing sleep would come to release me from this torture.
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