At this very moment, I am lying in bed. In the dark.
Jimmy is safely asleep next to me. He has the tv on, and is ostensibly watching an old episode of The Twilight Zone. But really he is asleep. I know this because he is snoring.
Jude is safely asleep in his bed in his room. He read himself to the point of exhaustion, then accepted a kiss and let me tuck him in, rolled over and was immediately asleep.
Fancy, our little dog, is safely asleep on Jimmy's feet. She was asleep on my feet, but it drives me crazy, so I carefully rolled her across the bed onto Jimmy. This didn't wake up either of them.
The bedroom is lit by the soft light of the television and of the laptop, which is resting on a little tray on my lap. The rest of the house is dark.
A fan is blowing on me, serving the dual purpose of cooling me off and providing soothing white noise, which blocks out Jimmy's snoring. The curtains to my right flutter softly in the breeze of the fan.
I have just taken a nice hot bath, put on my nightgown and slathered my body with all of my various creams.
The sheets are clean.
This is my favorite time of day.
Everyone is fed and bathed and safe, right where they should be. It's peaceful and quiet and nobody is asking me for anything or needs me to do anything. It's the time when I can be completely alone, and yet completely surrounded by my loved ones at the same time. It's the time when I can be completely serving of my family, nurturing and protecting, and at the same time, completely selfish.
This is when I watch my Netflix shows. And play my computer games. And nibble on naughty snacks. And sometimes even have a nice glass of wine or a cocktail. All by myself. It's very indulgent.
This post was inspired by...
Prompt #2 - Write a blog post inspired by the word: Night.