I lay on my bed, flipping through various apps on my phone, trying to wind down before lights out. Reading out loud to herself next to me, Ria snuggles close . . . closer than I would like, since I'm almost falling off the bed.
But it's worth it: the warmth of her body and murmur of her little girl voice.
I tune out her words, letting them wash over me as I occupy my mind with distractions, until one phrase penetrates the electronics, "Mommy, I want to be with you."
So I put down my phone, wrap my arms around her, and listen to her soft sigh of contentment.
"Now can you tell me a spooky story?"
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