As I sit here and he sleeps

A poem, an essay, a thought, or simply feeling on a page?

As I sit here pouring my heart out into this computer, I hear my baby boy crying in his sleep.  I turn to him and wonder, I wonder why he cry’s in his sleep. I look closer and I see. I see him curled up in a ball. I notice his tail tucked tight under his belly, his tail is between his legs. He is dreaming and he is scared. He is dreaming and crying for help.

I know I cannot hug him or startle him, because he might get scared and bite. I do not want to scare him, nor do I want him to bite. I gently whisper his name, making my voice float to him like classical musical notes carried by clouds and a rainbow to his ears. I say him name a bit louder and he whines again, that scary dream is still causing him pain. His whine, his whine is like an elephant sitting on my chest. The heavy ache in my heart grows larger and heavier with each whimper and whine.

I want to jump from my chair and hug him so tight, but I know that I cannot. I know that my special little boy needs special care and special handling. This big boy is melting my heart and his crying is tearing my heart apart. I call his name again and I ask him for a hug. His ears flicker, like heat lighting from far above me. His eyes twitch, they open as if he is trying to peek at what might be standing and waiting for him. I call his name again and again I ask for a hug, he moves and this time those eyes open wide and stare. His eyes look right through me.

I once again ask him, “Jack can I have a hug?” He moves towards me slowly crawling across my bed, creeping closer and closer. He is moving almost in a fearful way and his eyes are not right. I slowly move closer and ask him, “Are you okay” and “Can I have a hug?” I get face to face with my furry baby boy and every so gently move my arms towards his body, he scoots closer. We touch and I hug him tight and I tell him there is nothing to fear. I tell him that it is okay and not to be scared it was only a dream. I hug him tighter, like the skin on your new cell phone. I kiss his cheek and say go back to sleep, it is okay.  

Jack-Jack (I did not have a picture of him on my bed, so this will have to do.)