The quiet settles through the apartment.

She presses her ear to his door, and waits for his wild imagination — listens for the final chuga chuga choo choos as the last steam train passes through his consciousness.

She hopes for its absence; the surest sign he has finally drifted into nap time.

Amidst a day full of hard emotions — making some silly selfies brought me to a place of presence I wasn’t expecting.