Mamma Is in a Bathroom?

Nights with Jack are long fractured things. He rarely sleeps well, and when his data is away, it's even rarer. Elizabeth marvels at this occasionally, the brutal mutation that jack undergoes every evening,. turning from a quiet angelic to a wailing monster. Sometimes it feels as though he is balancing his own ledger. Good jack, bad jack. So she resigns herself to the dance. Endure the crying for a minute. Two minutes, pad into jack's room. Comfort, nurse. Rock, leave. Climb into bed, drift. Startle. Awake at his call. The door unchokes and slides open. His blue eyes bright distress, forgotten