THAT LITTLE BIT OF SUGAR IN THE COFFEE CALLED LIFE

I was putting my five month old to sleep a while back. As I patted him on the back with a rhythmic regularity he held my nose in a tight grip. I didn’t put away his tiny clutching fingers. He looked at me straight with those large liquid eyes. I could tell he was drifting off to sleep. His hand fell slowly on my cheek bone and he too was patting my cheek with more or less the same rhythm. I woke up 10 minutes later on his little pillow. He too was asleep on my arm.