My son had a bad dream and came over to bed with my wife and me. It made me jealous.
It’s hard to think back to a time when I was small enough for that to make sense. My mom died about ten years ago. My father died two years ago.
I made these sounds to be consoled by them. Like making a bed with giant dolls of my parents sleeping so I can climb in and pretend.
This song is https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/, including both the recording and the composition. I wrote it, I recorded it, and I’m damn well sharing it. You don’t have to ask for permission. Just do it. You already have permission.