Hey,” he says. I feel foolish for being out of breath and…
““Hey,” he says. I feel foolish for being out of breath and standing over him. The moonlight cuts a line down my chest. “Hey,” I say. “Checking on me?” “I couldn’t sleep. Scottie. She’s in the bathroom.” I stop talking. “Yeah?” he says and sits up. “She’s playacting.” I don’t know how to say it. I don’t need to say it. “She’s kissing the mirror.” “Oh,” he says. “I used to do some messed-up things as a kid. Still do.” I feel wide awake, which always makes me angry in the middle of the night. I’m useless without sleep. I can’t get myself to go back to my own room. I sit on the end of the bed by his feet. “I’m worried about my daughters,” I say. “I’m worried there’s something wrong with them.” Sid rubs his eyes. “Forget it,” I say. “Sorry for waking you up.” “It’s going to get worse,” he says. “After your wife dies.” He holds the blanket up to his chin.””
About This Quote
This interpretation was drafted with AI assistance. It is one reading of the quote, not the author's own explanation.
A night of restless thoughts reveals deep anxieties about family, sleep, and personal guilt, exposing vulnerability.
In simple terms: Night thoughts expose hidden worries.
Acknowledge and address your anxieties.
Themes
Mood
Type
When to use this quote
- late‑night conversations
- therapy sessions
- journaling
- mindfulness practices
Key Concepts
Questions to Reflect On
- What fears surface when you’re sleepless?
- How can you support your daughters?
May romanticize turmoil without offering solutions.