It's Just the Night Light

It's Just the Night Light

It’s just the nightlight.” Her reassuring voice calmed him, but he clung to her robe as she went to grab batteries out of the junk drawer downstairs. He held her hand and gently brushed her hair just like she’d done for him when her chest stopped rising. She brushed his hair gently and cupped his face and hummed his favorite song: Rock a bye baby. When his body started twitching lightly- a telltale sign that someone has begun sleeping- she got up and went back to bed. She wept her final tears with an aching heart for the life that she never missed and yet missed being in so dearly. When he was home, his concentration was on raising good kids and when at work, doing a good job. He was with his family watching the last star when it flickered and went out.