Stranger in my Bed

5 am and the dog barks as the doorknob to my bedroom turns.  In walks a dark figure of a boy. 
"What are you doing up so early, little man?" I ask.  A voice groggy with sleep answers me.  "I can't sleep".
"Well, climb in bed with me."  He is wrapped in a blanket and he cuddles up next to me.  Is it Quinn?  Is it Colby?  I can't see his face, his voice gave me no clues, so I lie there and listen to his breathing, and how he twitches next to me in his sleep.  Ahhhh, then.  It's Colby. 

It's interesting to me, that I can tell them apart even in the darkest night by how they BREATHE and SLEEP.  A mother knows her child.