Morning lets out a yawn. It would've been big, but he doesn't have the energy for that. His words are slow, slurred, and monotone. "I'll stay awake...just a few more moments...just for you, Dad..."

Each little cloudy exhale drags him deeper down into a peaceful, warm bed of a loving embrace, but...Dad needs him. He holds his head up and perfectly still against the pressing weight of the universe and the pulling drag of sleep. His eyes focus nowhere, just as still as the rest of him.