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.