Automatic

Soft breath on my cheek. Eyelashes brushing my own. "Mama?" She whispers, still half asleep.

"Yes, baby?" The response is automatic. Not yet fully awake, I put my arm around her waist and draw her closer. "What do you need?"

"I just wanted to tell you something," she says.

"What is it?" I nuzzle my nose into her cheek and she giggles a bit before pulling away to place her hand on my own.

"My heart loves your heart, mama."

The response is automatic. Not yet fully awake, I put my arm around her waist and draw her closer.

"My heart loves your heart ,too."