Like petals folding into themselves, I closed my weary eyes. The television watched me drift into a world of dreams, ignoring your words from five minutes before "Turn off the lights and go to bed." I woke the moment my body swayed. Oh, I wasn't floating. I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter. It felt too awkward to open them while your arms were carrying me. You laid me down so gently, pulled the blanket over me with care, turned off the light, and quietly walked away. You're such a good dad.