011 - The feather-light softness of a baby's head

The feather-light softness of a baby's head rubbing against his cheek woke him the middle of the night. She had brought their son to bed to feed him and had fallen asleep. These past few nights, these weeks, had been much harder than he expected. He carefully slid out of bed, so as to not wake anyone and walked into the kitchen. The interrupted sleep, a confusing growing distance creating a resentful tension between his shoulders weighed on him. Standing barefoot in the kitchen, glass of water forgotten on the counter, he stared at the car keys near the door.