I go to write and I promise myself I can head straight back to bed.

Not that bed is very far- just a slight tilt of the head towards the raised pillow away.

Still it feels like such a worthy destination to reach. Such a reward for a few moments of thought after a lengthy newborn feeding session.

Think a few and then you can switch it all off, for as long as you can.

The prize is now nothingness.

Never has gratitude been placed under my pillow before.

I love it.