Sunday Night Bed Thoughts

"Mama, how does someone get autism?"

(Pause)

"I don't know, baby."

(Pause)

"Doctors don't know, baby."

"Sometimes I get jealous of my friends who have regular brothers and sisters. Sometimes I wish I had a brother I could talk to, to play with."

"That must be hard, baby."

(Pause)

"I'm pretty sure you will one day, baby; get to talk to and play with Dublin, baby...

Baby?...

Lily?...

Good night, Lily."

(Pause)

And just then, these Sunday night bed thoughts birthed a still air in an already quiet house.