He didn't really nap yesterday.
So today it was needed. You could hear it in his whines, see it in the glassy film over his eyes. But he didn't want it.
I offered to climb into bed with him.
It was dark.
The fan was on.
He threw a leg over one of mine and cuddled into my body.
I traced a finger over the bridge of his nose, around one eye, across his forehead, around the other eye. I gently moved it down his cheek, across his lower lip, and up to his forehead again. Repeat.
We stayed that way for a long time. My fingers stopped tracing his face. I nearly fell asleep. He let out a loud sigh and was, otherwise, perfectly still. His eyes didn't flutter.
I watched him sleep.
Then I whispered, "I love you."
His little mouth barely moved as he replied, "I wuv you."
Somewhat startled to find that he wasn't sleeping I smiled and said softly, "Are you still awake?" There was no response. "Matthew, are you sleeping?" Nothing. "Can you open your eyes?" Not a sound. I stayed for several more minutes and he never moved a muscle, never blinked, never made a peep.
"Okay, then." I turned to get off his bed. "I love you."
"I wuv you," he whispered again.
I'm convinced that he was somehow subconsciously responding to me. And my heart is happy.