She breathes

Meg wants me to sit next to her. While she falls asleep. I'm on the floor. She's in her bed. Sometimes she tells me about her day. Sometimes she asks about mine. We share one brief conversation before she goes silent. Then she gives a long sigh. And falls asleep. 

I hear the rhythm of her breathing. Just sitting in the dark. Listening to her. I used to think: How long will I have to do this? But now, I don't mind. It won't last forever. And one day I'll miss that final long sigh. And the way she breathes.