Dream.

I'm laying here, waiting for my mom to come tuck me in. I want her to sit near me and ask me about my day. I want to pray with her and sooth all my anxieties. I don't want to go to sleep before a big hug and an exchange of "I love you"s. I'm waiting for my sister to hop into bed and for us to start a long conversation about whatever's on our mind. Even if we were to argue, its a real interaction. I'm tired of the small talk.