The best kind of invasion

Last night I was asleep, deep-deep-deeply asleep.  But then I became aware of breathing.  I blearily opened my eyes to find Arram standing at my bedside, his face inches from mine.  He very quietly told me what he wanted:  "Cuddle."  I threw back the covers and helped him to climb up.  Snuggled him into my arms.   He assessed the situation with a satisfied tone:  "Mama cuddle Arram."

I fell immediately back to my deep sleep, having not really awoken to begin with.  So when I legitimately drifted awake again I was mildly surprised to find that that I was sleeping cheek-to-cheek with that sweet innocent little face.  Still clutching his bears, his arm around my neck, quietly snoring.  Warm.  What a proper cuddle.