Little Boy sinks deep in big bed.

Covers up to chin.

Cushioned snug by pillows.

Blue eyes twinkle, twinkle.

“Next night will  be perfect.”

Mom murmurs, ensconced deep in her own

cushioned warmth,

“O, why?”

“Ama and Grandad will be here.”

He grins wide.

“Next night will be perfect.”

The things they say.