I smile and carry Kyle there, slipping his shoes and jacket off before tucking him in. Once he's alright, I kiss his forehead goodnight and head back to the couch.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
He began to wonder why he had felt uneasy at all. It was like a man wondering in broad daylight why a dream had appeared so terrible to him at night. — Chinua Achebe, Things Fall Apart