He woke up hours later, head on his desk. Ben went and dragged a blanket out of Owen's room. He stopped by the closet for a second to hear his son breathing in the dark.
At Owen's age, Ben was still living in Iowa and had lived there most of his life. He was twenty years old before he ever saw the ocean.
Owen's breathing always reminded him of the distant sea and deep restful nights at the beach house. Tonight, it just reminded him of breathing.

Autore: David Jacob Knight