Always, in many places, and all at once

When I wake, he is standing over me
— Did I wake you?
– No you can’t.
I blink
– It’s physically impossible.
He stares down at me
— I wouldn’t know anything about that.
His face shifts slightly
— What about her?
A small shake of my head
– She’ll sleep right through it.
I sit up
Look at the shape of him in the darkness
The shape of his eyes emitting their own light
A blink
The light slowly shuttered, then slowly returning