Goodnight

Every night, without fail, she comes to say goodnight to me after I’ve already gone to bed and turned out my light. I don’t mind at all. It’s usually to tell me about something she’s seen on social media, or to share her thoughts on a thirty year old movie she’s watched that day, or to tell me what she’s looking forward to the next day. I love it, and will miss it when she disappears again next year to uni or wherever.