When she sleeps, I see the face of an angel. She is peaceful, calm and serene. Her smile speaks of dreamlands and worlds in which whatever she wants can happen. However, not all is dreamy in dreamland, and sometimes bad dreams rear their ugly heads. "No," she'll say. I hear her. I wrap my arms around her. "What is it?" I ask. Nothing. The gauze of dream sometimes only goes one way. Sometimes the dream influences her actions towards the outside world, and other times the outside world influences her dreams. Still, I wrap my arm around her. Still, I hold her close to my own body. Still I whisper in her ear, "Everything will be all right. I'm here with you." Still I kiss her on the forehead. Still, she mumbles, through the gauze of sleep, "I love you, Jacob."

I love you too Amber.