I wake each morning now with a stiff and painful elbow and a clenched fist.  At first I took it as another sign that my body is broken too.  Or maybe I am clutching my heart while I sleep, willing it to knit itself back together again.

But now I realize you are there with me in my deepest dreams.  I have my arm bent, cradling you just so to support your head and my hand rests behind the crook of your knees.  I hold you through the night until the day breaks and I have to let you go again. 

My perfect sleeping girl.