The long good night

I knew I shouldn't have written about his sleep before I went on the nightshift.  

Aidan woke at 2:30 then 5 and wouldn't go down on his own after the 5.  I lay there mulling over my dreams while I should have been dreaming them.  He, on the other hand, just spread his arms over my chest, drooled over my shirt, and dreamed for the two of us.