Laying, eyes closed trying to focus my mind's eye on any random happy thought; trying to figure out how to pull the train of midlife with it's heavy cargo, trying to understand the nature of the beast of life, and coming up empty. Sighing. Sleep is not simple.
My Saviour hops up on the bed. Finding the sweet spot, his body nestled above my right shoulder and the pillow, his nose nuzzling my neck, he purrs his benediction: "sleep, sleep, sleep, you are loved this is what matters because you worry about everyone else I will take care of you" When my breathing slows, and calms his purring quiets and he himself heaves a last contented sigh. His paw reaches across my chest and comes to rest on my heart. I am loved. This is what matters.