It begins with a few loud footfalls, followed by the clicking of switches.
One by one, lights throughout the house turn on, including, if it’s winter, those on the Christmas tree. An ambient glow oozes its way into our bedroom until the door swings open and the full light of the hallway, followed by its source, bursts its way inside.
It’s 3:00 a.m., and Dominic has arrived, ready to snuggle. He shuts the door behind him and utters not a peep, climbing into the bed and wrapping his arms around whichever one of us has the good fortune to receive the day’s first hug. Within seconds, he’s fast asleep.
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