Pacing the narrow space between the shelves and the bed - on the complete other side this time, because the pretty face that I reached toward a bit ago when she softly whimpered in her sleep? Even from this distance was... distracting.
Squatting to the floor and forcing myself to really quit thinking about why I'm doing this, I untied my shoes. Kicking off the sneakers and climbing onto MY bed should not be so heartpounding!?
The only remedy as I sat frozen halfway leaning onto it was choosing to position myself backwards - feet toward the head of the bed where Kyrie's head rested on the pillow. This way I can't just stare at her face. As easily.
> And when she wakes up, she'll see my feet first instead of catching me watching her. Probably safer for us both. <
